Savage Season

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Lansdale Savage Season Chapter 1 I was out back of the house in the big field with my good friend Leonard Pine the afternoon it started.  Me with the twelve gauge and him pulling the birds.
    "Pull," I said, and Leonard did, and another clay bird took to the sky and I jerked the gun up and cut it down.
    "Man," Leonard said, "don't you ever miss?" "Just on purpose." I'd switched to clay birds in favor of the real ones a long time back.  I didn't like to kill anything now, but I still enjoyed the shooting.  Getting the bead on something and pulling the trigger and feeling the kick on my shoulder and watching the target blow apart had its own special satisfaction.
    "Got to open another box," Leonard said.  "The pigeons are all dead." "I'll load, you shoot for a while." "I shot twice as long as you did and I missed half those little boogers." "I don't care.  My eye's getting off anyway." "Bullshit." Leonard got up, brushed his big black hands on his khaki pants, and came over and
...took the twelve gauge.  He was about to load it and I was about to load the launcher, when Trudy came around the side of the house.MoreLess
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