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Peter Brandvold - Fiction - 2007 - 229 pages
...weapon." "No, it weren't murder," announced the black man sitting at one of the tables, his deep, resonant voice loud enough to be heard at the other end of the settlement. "It was puttin' a low-down dirty dog out of his own mis'ry. Too good for him — too fast...