Herb Withers watched in horror as Jeremiah raised his hitherto unused pistol. The barrel was pointed right at Herb’s chest, and before there was any chance to react, a deafening thunderclap rocked him backward.
Hangin’ Around – 6
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Hangin’ Around – 5
Fall came, quickly followed by winter, and the hangings slowed, so they had plenty of time to practice, and even more for Maggie to be frustrated at the lack of progress.
Hangin’ Around – 4
All Maggie wanted to do was ask Adam about the possession, but a bet was a bet.
Hangin’ Around – 3
The following month was hot, the sun’s scorching rays beating down on the packed earth and sending waves through the otherwise clear air.
Hangin’ Around – 1
“It’s all in the feet. See? See how much he’s kicking? Can’t conserve a breath like that, no sir.” Maggie looked up at the man swinging from the high branch of Hangman’s Tree. She felt a twinge of sympathy, but mostly anticipation. A pocket watch ticked slowly in her hand.
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