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Roylsden #341

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"Okay Zeke, take it easy," Mickey spoke slowly, squeezing one hand into his cheek to staunch the flow of blood. "Doc here will look after your father."
"No! Get away from him, all of you!"
Doc Morris intervened: "Zeke, he'll need some sutures - "
"Shut up, Doc!" Zeke screamed, "Just shut up!"
The boy's eyes were open, fixed and glazed and his head jerked frantically as he looked from one to another. His gun hand, his right, shook so much that he tried to stabilise the barrel and chamber with his left in a failed attempt to keep it steady.

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