All Silent on the Flint

Bobby stared at the sheriff. “Sheriff, I ain’t feelin too good.”

“Little wonder. I don’t reckon anyone would feel good after what just happened to you. You are lookin a little pale though.”

Jones frowned. Bobby was starting to look mighty white. He was shivering in the cold morning air.

“Take your pants off and wrap your coat around you. This weather’s going to give you pneumonia if you don’t watch out.”

“Sure,” Bobby said. He pulled his pants and drawers off and covered his lap with his coat. He put on his dry shirt and rubbed his hands. “Damn it’s cold. Colder than hell!”

Jones leaned over and picked up his thermos. “Have some coffee, Bobby. That’ll make you feel a bit better.”

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