- Logan Pearsall Smith
“She means a revolver,” he explained. “I’ll take the shotgun.”
“Why not a Beretta?” the shop keeper explained. “Those are pretty good for times like this.”
“What do you mean, times like this?” she asked. “Is something horrible about to happen?”
“No,” he explained flatly, his blond mustache moving over his mouth as he talked. He was a heavy set man, and he seemed to have eyes for Leanne, which made her very uncomfortable. His gray eyes probed her body, trying to undress her with his eyes. She became uncomfortable and thought about slapping him. But she knew that if she did she would have embarrassed Russell.”
“Times are hard,” Russell explained. “We NEED weapons.”
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I don’t believe in violence.”
“Well…,” he rebuked. “THEY do.”
“Well…,” he rebuked. “THEY do.”
“I don’t want to kill them,” she explained. “It’s not right.”
The heavy-set man stared at them in disbelief. “What are you two talking about?”
“Nothing,” Russell nudged her. “We’re just having marital problems.”
Leanne stared at him in disbelief. “What did you just say????”
“Don’t you remember?” he tried to nudge her playfully. “We’re married…or did you drink too much…you know what?”
She gasped in shock. “We ARE NOT married. I barely know you!”
The gun man laughed. “That’s typical for people like you guys nowadays. It seems like nobody really knows each other before they get married.”
Leanne looked at Russell in shock. Was this his smart coverup: marriage!?
She was going to kill him…
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