Massacre At Lonesome Ridge: A Zombie Western - Plot & Excerpts
There were seven of them crowded around the little kitchen and it made for tight quarters. "Here, take my seat." Jasper stood up from the chair he occupied near the end and beckoned to Hannah. With a bashful grin, she returned the kettle to the cast iron stove and scooted around the other bodies. She slipped into the vacant chair. Jasper settled his hands on her shoulders. Cora wrinkled her nose teasingly at him before she turned to Abby. The younger woman's hands were on the table, cupping her tea, and Cora slipped her fingers into one of them. "Abby, Hannah, I know this is going to be difficult for you, but we need to know exactly what happened. Every detail. We need to know all you can remember so we can fight these things, so we can keep it from happening to anyone else. Can you do that for us?" Abby took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She exhaled and looked straight at Cora. Her expression held none of the sadness and despair that had been etched into her features since that horrible night.
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