• A Crack Shot by Jan Elman Stout

    Janeice couldn’t hear Raelyn holler, “Lock and load, girl. Uh huh, that’s right,” above the whir of the domed hair dryer burning her ears. Janeice couldn’t see Raelyn jump up and down and clap either, because her eyes were set on her nimble fingers as she dropped bullet after bullet into the chamber of the […]

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