But as he opened his mouth to speak, one last guest arrived. Godzilla. The gator rushed out of the bayou and onto land, creating a small wake. The smell of awesome food had him lifting his snout and then he proceeded directly toward us. Guns came out of holsters, pockets, purses, and bras. I had a moment of probable impropriety when I removed mine from my thigh holster, but the move got an appreciative wink from Carter and a whistle from someone in the crowd. “Don’t shoot!” Gertie yelled. “It’s Godzilla. He just wants something to eat.” Ronald jumped up and dug something wrapped in a dishrag
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