Halloween: Magic, Mystery, And The Macabre - Plot & Excerpts
Unless he could thumb a ride it was going to take hours to get into town. There were miles and miles of farm country between here and a cold beer. So far, though, no cars. Not a one. As he passed each farm he thought about the families who lived there. Or . . . used to live there. Donny had no idea who was still here, who’d moved out after the Trouble, or who hadn’t made it through the war zone the militant assholes had created. He’d gotten some news, of course. The Tyler family was gone. All of them. And the Bradys. The farm to his right, though, was the old Guthrie place. One of the biggest farms in town, one of the oldest families. Old man Guthrie had died before the Trouble. Or, maybe at the start of it, depending on which account he’d read. Guthrie had been gunned down by some gun thugs up from Philly. Donny couldn’t remember if the thugs were hiding out in Pine Deep, or they broke down there, or whether they were part of the white supremacist nut-bags. Either way, one of them popped a cap in Mr.
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