Longarm #431 (2014)
“Longarm leaned back in the articulated chair and closed his eyes. The sounds of the barbershop surrounded and lulled him. The low hum of conversation from others waiting their turn—or simply loafing in the shop—the slap of the strop and the click of the scissors. It was a relaxing experience.
Then his pleasant reverie was interrupted when he heard one of the loafers say, “Oh, shit!”
Longarm’s eyes snapped open to see a man silhouetted against the bright sunlight at the doorway. The only... thing he could make out was that the fellow was carrying something long. A shotgun?
Longarm sat upright, ignoring the barber, who had a razor at his throat.
His lap was covered with the striped cloth intended to catch falling hair.
“You!” the fool with the shotgun said.
“Is that you, Wright?” Longarm asked, the entire right side of his face covered with lather.MoreLess
Then his pleasant reverie was interrupted when he heard one of the loafers say, “Oh, shit!”
Longarm’s eyes snapped open to see a man silhouetted against the bright sunlight at the doorway. The only... thing he could make out was that the fellow was carrying something long. A shotgun?
Longarm sat upright, ignoring the barber, who had a razor at his throat.
His lap was covered with the striped cloth intended to catch falling hair.
“You!” the fool with the shotgun said.
“Is that you, Wright?” Longarm asked, the entire right side of his face covered with lather.MoreLess
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