All Silent on the Flint

“Retribution,” Sarah Franks said.

“Bobby, why’re you talking like that? What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Sarah grinned and opened the knife. “Why did you kill me?”

“Damn it to hell,” the sheriff said. “Bobby, what’s wrong with you?”

“Do you like killing red heads? Is that why you cut me up?”

The sheriff sighed. “Shit fire. I didn’t kill you, bitch. The devil made me do it.”





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