“She showed me the door.” His father laughed as one of the other players upped his bet. “Ain’t no obligations twixt us, boy. Go on back to your uncle.” “How much were you gonna give to Ma?” The pistol was an aged one-shot hammer-lock and felt heavy in his boy’s hands. His uncle kept a chest of old weapons in his basement, securely locked but Clay knew where he kept the key. He chose the pistol because it was the only one with ammunition that seemed to fit, though he wasn’t too sure he had loaded it right. Even so, he had every intention of finding out. His father froze as Clay drew back the
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