Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 229

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…