He killed or mortally wounded them three, yellow-back-striped, cowardly, woman killers in repetitive explosive bursts. He shot two through their hearts and one through the lung.
An impressive exhibition of gunplay, so say the drinkers at Failorrs …
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About the author
Jeffrey Paolano
Residing and writing in bucolic southeastern Ohio, a land of natural serenity creates a placidity allowing for the stimulation of the muse, or one might say nothing happens here, so one is not distracted from the work. After a thirty-year stint in the corporate world, I took residence in a century house undertaking to write fiction. My efforts have produced short stories and novels. My aim is to produce work that is entertaining, educational, well-written, interesting and believable. My hope is that the reader deems it so.
