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Roylsden #213

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McGinley's face coloured bright red from a deathly white and when he spoke his words came out as if he was drunk: slurred and saliva-spattered.
"You won't take my son from me, you bastards!"
He reached over the sprawled O'Donohue to take his gun from the drawer, but as his fingers closed around the handle the room flashed and hammered noisily at his ears. Wood at the far end of his desk splintered and shot into the air, and the Minister looked up in time to see Sheriff Cole retrain the barrel of his smoking Colt onto McGinley's head.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 year ago

    Scarily exciting... like the scariest switchback ride.

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    Drew Martyn about 1 year ago

    Thanks Neville

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