I waved out the window as I rode past the hardware store. My mother was standing by the door taking stock of the plants they had for sale. The July sun had things warm, even in the shade.

They had no stomachs today. Just my luck. I woke up this morning feeling frail and weak; hell was in my belly. Or maybe my liver? Nevertheless, immeasurable core pangs were going on.

Sheriff C.R. Moultrie had seen more than a few bank robberies in his time, but never one quite like what he saw that afternoon at the First Bank of Bracton. The front door creaked in the breeze as it swung by a single hinge,

Sheriff C.R. Moultrie had seen more than a few bank robberies in his time, but never one quite like what he saw that afternoon at the First Bank of Bracton. The front door creaked in the breeze as it swung by a single hinge,

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