Down By the River Where the Dead Men Go
“I went to him, reached into my pocket, and pulled two of the three spansules out. I popped one into my mouth, dry-dumped it, and handed him the other.
“What’s this?”
“Something to notch you up. It came from McGinnes, so it’s got to be good. Eat it.”
“I don’t need it. I’m already wired.”
“I don’t need it, either. But this’ll shoot us all the way through to the other end. Eat it, man.”
The truth was, I did need it. And I wanted LaDuke right there with me. He looked at me curiously but swallowed t...he spansule.
LaDuke pushed away from the car, went to the trunk, opened it. The light inside the lid beamed across his chest. I walked over and stood next to him and looked inside. An Ithaca twelve-gauge lay on a white blanket, the edge of the blanket folded over the stock. The shotgun had been recently polished and oiled, but I could see it had been well-used; the blueing on the barrel had been rubbed down where the shooter’s hand had slid along with the action of the pump.MoreLess
“What’s this?”
“Something to notch you up. It came from McGinnes, so it’s got to be good. Eat it.”
“I don’t need it. I’m already wired.”
“I don’t need it, either. But this’ll shoot us all the way through to the other end. Eat it, man.”
The truth was, I did need it. And I wanted LaDuke right there with me. He looked at me curiously but swallowed t...he spansule.
LaDuke pushed away from the car, went to the trunk, opened it. The light inside the lid beamed across his chest. I walked over and stood next to him and looked inside. An Ithaca twelve-gauge lay on a white blanket, the edge of the blanket folded over the stock. The shotgun had been recently polished and oiled, but I could see it had been well-used; the blueing on the barrel had been rubbed down where the shooter’s hand had slid along with the action of the pump.MoreLess
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