• Butchers’ Dawn by Tim Murr

    Henry looked around the room, considered his options, and jammed the hunting knife in Phantom’s throat. “Holy shit!” The Smiler yelled, struggling to pull his .44 from the shoulder holster. Pointless. Henry already had Phantom’s .9 mm and put one in Smiler’s left eye and one in Copperhead’s throat. One more went in Casper’s spine […]

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