Eugene Morner liked the feel of the Colt .45 against his thigh. But it was probably boredom that made him put a bullet into a man named Curly one starless night. He felt a slow euphoria creep over him as he watched the man whimper into slow death.
Eugene Morner liked the feel of the Colt .45 against his thigh. But it was probably boredom that made him put a bullet into a man named Curly one starless night. He felt a slow euphoria creep over him as he watched the man whimper into slow death.