Where the Heart Leads
“Giddy, wake up.” Junior shook his brother’s shoulder hard.
Giddy gave one final snore before bolting up on the bunk. “What? Huh?”
“Someone’s comin’.” He grabbed the gunnysacks from his bunk and stuffed them into the water bucket that had been left in the shack. “They’re comin’ fast. We gotta go.”
“What do you mean?” Giddy grabbed his revolver and drew. “We’ll sit in the woods waiting for ‘em. When they come up the trail, bang, bang. We’ll have us a few dead deputies.”
He hopped ...from the bunk, looking eager about it.
Junior wished his brother wasn’t like that. He’d seen him like this before. There had been times—more than a few—when it had been better not to ask. But now that they were living together, he had to wonder. “Have you ever killed a man before?”
“Haven’t you?” Giddy looked down the nose of his .45, lining up his sites and pretending to shoot.MoreLess
Giddy gave one final snore before bolting up on the bunk. “What? Huh?”
“Someone’s comin’.” He grabbed the gunnysacks from his bunk and stuffed them into the water bucket that had been left in the shack. “They’re comin’ fast. We gotta go.”
“What do you mean?” Giddy grabbed his revolver and drew. “We’ll sit in the woods waiting for ‘em. When they come up the trail, bang, bang. We’ll have us a few dead deputies.”
He hopped ...from the bunk, looking eager about it.
Junior wished his brother wasn’t like that. He’d seen him like this before. There had been times—more than a few—when it had been better not to ask. But now that they were living together, he had to wonder. “Have you ever killed a man before?”
“Haven’t you?” Giddy looked down the nose of his .45, lining up his sites and pretending to shoot.MoreLess
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