Thursday, December 6, 2012



"...Major Hazard Kidd turned in the saddled, leveled his revolver at one of the many Rebels running toward him screeching like coon hunters gone mad, and pulled the trigger. The revolver kicked hard in his hand, flamed and smoked, and just as his target started to give the rebel yell, the bullet struck him in the roof of the mouth, drilled through his brain, and burst out the back of his head, taking with it bits of bone and brain pulp. Kidd spurred his horse into a casual trot.
      'No sir, by God," he growled, 'Never let those pigfuckers see you run.'"

From Ethan's Peach tree

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