A cool sweat rolled down his forehead as he sat shaking in the shadowed corner, hiding from the feverish heat. He reached a long bony hand out from the darkness and snagged a brown bottle of liquor from rays of sunlight that stabbed through holes in the ceiling. The cork of the bottle popped with a twist of his hand and he dropped it to the floor. Seconds later a small brown hand crept from underneath a cot that sat next to the man, and gently plucked the cork from the floor. The man sucked down a swig before a heavy boot kicked in the door of the rotting shack with a crash.
“Thought I might find you here.”
“Thought right then,” The man in the shadows looked up at the burly figure standing in the doorway.
“An’ I’m thinkin’ I might take you in today,” The burly man replied as he reached for a long pistol at his hip. Before his fingers touched iron though, the roar of a double barrel shotgun erupted from underneath the cot. The burly man was sent flying backwards out the door and lay there dead and bloody.
“Thought wrong then,” The man in the shadows stated.