My gun had slipped from my hand as I fell. It was laying in the dirt to the side of me about 20 feet from my grasp.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Randolph. You’re a weed that needs to be pruned.”
I thought my number was up, but wasn’t going out without one more inflammatory comment.
“Remember what I said at the warehouse, Cal? I told you you’d be dead before the morning?”
He laughed, “Yeah, but it looks like you had your wires crossed. Because you’re the one that’s about to check out, Randolph, not me.”
Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
I certainly wouldn’t wanna bet! 😠