The air buzzed with flies. “You liking it in there with those dead people,” I called at one point. “You’re going to join them, you don’t get your ass out here.” “I need your assurance you won’t shoot me if I come out,” he said. “I already told you, kid, I’m not here to kill you. I just come to get you to your granddaddy.” Another thirty minutes ticked off, then he said, “I’m coming out!” “Toss your piece out first,” I said. His pistol came out through the busted window and landed in the dirt. Then he appeared in the open door frame holding his shoulder, his fingers painted with blood. “You busted my damn shoulder with one of your shots,” he said, grimacing. I told him to sit on the ground while I went inside to check on the scene. And it was as one of the patrons who’d run out earlier said it was—two dead, one a woman. I mean both god-awful dead with the flies eating their blood. There wasn’t any time to bury them. I figured somebody would surely find them quick enough and do the job for me, or burn the place down around them.
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