Thirty-Two

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Wyatt: We were almost at the truck when a group of big mother f.u.c.k.e.r.s stepped out a few feet before Macy. I can't explain the feeling that washed over me seeing their shaking guns pointed at us. I had never been fearful of being shot until now. Now that she was the dead center of their sights, I couldn't decipher where fear and fury separated. "Who are you all?" one of them asked. I watched as Macy's head fell to the side. I knew how intense her gaze could be, I had been on the bitter end of it a few times in school, and those eyes could rip flesh from the bone if she stared hard enough. "Bossman said he didn't know you or any of your names, and you weren't supposed to be here." Her dark laughter snapped me into reality. "You better put those away before you blow your d.i.c.k.s

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