Murder Down Yonder
There’s only a couple left.
GinnySue was no more’n thirteen first time she brought one home. Tonight, it’s some kid named Frain.
Settin’ round the fire pit, GinnySue holdin’ Frain’s hand, me cleanin’ my Remington. “Tell one a your stories, Daddy,” she begs.
I picked one about the drifter come up from Oklahoma. One called me a coward account I wouldn’t let him date GinnySue till she’s eighteen. I’d a made him wait forever anyhow. Wasn’t in my GinnySue’s league.
“He’s still waitin’,” I say. Point my Remington at Frain’s shoes. “Right ‘neath where you’re settin’.”
Frain tripped, he run off so fast. Made it easy for me. Only took one shot.
This Saturday, after GinnySue bring home that Zach kid, I’m a be all done.
As if this challenge wasn’t challenging enough, my family has kidnapped me and forced me on a vacation. If you’ve been following since Air Conditioner, you’ll know I’m traveling with a woman who has killed me three or five times in the past month. And one of the kids in the back is gonna do me in before this vacation ends. Just a gut feeling. And if anyone can sense an impending murder, it’s me.