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Bourbon On The Rocks #229

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The goon became aware of something behind him and turned to see the shadowy outline of a sledgehammer hit him right in the face. I heard what sounded like the short whimper of a dog that was cruelly kicked in the side and then the goon fell backwards like a redwood tree that had been sawed off at its base.

Even in the darkness I could see that his face had disappeared, replaced by a bloody lump of flesh. I picked up the pistol he had dropped in the dirt and continued my prowl.

One down and three to go…

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    Neville Hunt over 4 years ago

    Good...you survived that face-off Jake 🙂

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    Christopher over 4 years ago

    Haha! Good one!

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