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America whistled a tune as he counted the bullet holes splintering the walls of the sheriff’s office. The holes were old wounds that had surfaced long before America was brought, and this office wasn’t the only scarred, battered, and splintering building. Bow Creek was a rowdy little town, and America liked rowdy little towns.
America ceased and leaned into the bars to get a better look at the rude fellow in the next cell over. The moonlight pouring in through the window cast light on the kid’s dark hair, darker eyes, and nasty scowl that one might typically reserve for snakes and roaches but certainly not other human beings.Continue reading “The Shitty Six!: A Reckoning”