Going the back way down alleys and between shops, avoiding detection, he reached the Brahmin in less than two minutes. Racing behind it into a side loading lane, he crept to the freight door at the base of some outside stairs. Glad that for once his town was showing sense, no tomfools to hinder him dressing him down, he took a huge breath and pulled the Greener’s hammers. He sure wanted a look inside that room. Wouldn’t do to bust into a sheriff’s worst nightmare without he knew if he was too late, things were gone too far and he’d have to shoot somebody. He’d sure hate to shoot somebody dead, least those Triple Oaks boys. Not now. Not ever. But the door was solid, same as the wall, and no time for a peek through the front window glass. He …show more content…
The bullet sang by Morgan so close he felt its heat through his shirt sleeve. Automatically, he pinched a trigger, and Vargo went to ground under a table. Landers was not so lucky. He pitched sideways onto a neighboring table, upsetting it. Money and cards flying off it danced a midair jig as he crashed to the floor on his back. He lay there in a groaning heap with eyelids fluttering and blood seeping under his head until his eyes rolled back and he gasped and fell into silence. “Take it easy, Morgan!” Vargo stuttered from under his table, “I didn’t know it was you!” “Maybe so, Vargo,” Morgan snarled, “All the same, I’ll have you to scoot that cannon over here.” Vargo did as he was told, shoving his gun across the floor, then he rose up slowly facing Morgan, respectfully considering the scattergun fixated on his belly. Morgan gestered with the shotgun and Vargo began backpeddling toward the bar. When he got there, Morgan said, “Now, don’t you move ’less I say ‘bullfrog’! Else I’m obliged to cut you half in two.” He bent to Landers splayed on the floor. Seeing the Scotsman’s chest rise and fall, that he’d only salt and peppered him a little, he retrieved their two guns and wound through the shambles toward the front, and Erin
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On October 13th, 1982, at approximately 1:15 a.m. the neighbors of Queenie Volupides had reported that Queenie tore out of the house after an argument with her husband, Arthur. She quickly got in her Mustang convertible and sped away. Queenie stated that she went to the couple’s country club for a party that was going on to celebrate the opening of the new golfing range. But I believe this was just the beginning of her scheme. I affirm that Queenie has murdered her husband Arthur. (Claim)
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Everyone having their inside thoughts but I was thinking to myself “We can’t lose, we just can’t.” That’s all i could think about. It was the fourth quarter which was the last one. The score was close 44-47 we were down though the entire game. We have never been down before. I can’t believe what was happening at the moment but I tried not to let that get to me.
“He had the gun in both hands. He pressed it hard behind the horse’s ear and swore at the horse ‘God damn it, damn it, damn it, - stop.’ His knees were wet and he drew himself into a ball and pushed with all his strength. He began to squeeze the trigger and he squeezed it again and again and again- so many times then when Sergeant-Major pulled him away the gun went right on clicking in his hands” (63).
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“Ca ding” the oven bell went off beth said “Jeffrey lunch is ready” Jeffery walked down the squeaky stairs into the kitchen. beth grabbed the oven mitts and pulled potatoes and green beans out, Jeffery said: “thank you, Beth, for this amazing feast”. Before they started to eat they had looked for Sparky their dog around their property. They found their answer the gate was open they both immediately knew that he must have run away.jeffery said “get in the car were going on a road trip”, he rushed inside and grabbed the car key he then tossed them to beth and she caught it, she put them in the hole and they had begun their journey. The car was going a solid 50 or 55 when they saw a man he was about 7 feet tall with brown ungroomed hair and very
“Damn it.” Maynard stood up, took two steps toward Gregg and Nikki, and pulled out his gun. ”I’m sick and tired of that little brat’s whining even while your stepmother was asleep. You said you could keep her mouth shut. Don’t make me be the one to do it.”
He left it on the floor next to the fireplace. He then waited, for hours, reflecting and sitting with a loaded revolver. When he heard the family announce that they were taking the car to town, he acknowledged, and said that he would be staying in for the remainder of the evening. He knew that this was the moment to do it, so he put the gun to his heart and pulled the
The two bullets melted into a single hunk of flat, rough-edged steel. I took off my covers and ran to her side as she cowered slightly in fright. I tossed her muffs aside and watched as Damon ran over and threw another soldier to the ground in fury, beginning to viciously beat him with the barrel of the gun.