Victor Voll – ChiefLate Tuesday Evening, February 10th
Outside the ‘Z’ Renegades Clubhouse, South Zanesville, Ohio
“I got him Chief. It’s my kill,” Major ‘Rat Tail’ Foote claimed. He was standing out in front of the ramshackle abandoned farm house we were using as our hangout with one foot up on the running board of my Navigator.
“That so?” I asked him. “What if I heard differently?”
“Ain’t nobody better be tryin’ to take credit for my hit! I’ll kill them too!”
“That’s why I came down here. I’m hearin’ two different stories.”
“Who’s claimin’ it? Traveler? I’ll show you the damn gun.”
“You might have to. Let’s go.”
Inside, where it was no warmer than it had been in the morning when I’d told them to do something about getting heat, I found only a few of my guys, Traveler among them.
