All Silent on the Flint

Jones had a gut feeling something wasn’t right. His deputy had never been a great thinker before.

“I think he kills them because he’s got a little dick!” Bobby shouted, spit flying from his mouth

“Maybe,” the sheriff replied, startled at the sudden outburst.

“You alright, Bobby? You seem tense.”

“I’m mighty fine sheriff. And why do you think he kills them with a military Kabar knife, huh? think it’s a ritual?”

Jones couldn’t conceal the shock on his face. His hands shaking, he stared Bobby in the eyes and slowly reached for his .45 resting in its holster.





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