Yessir, just walked in the door.
Sheriff he had some sort of a thing
on him like one of them oxygen tanks
for emphysema or somethin'. And a
hose from it run down his sleeve...
...Well you got me, sir. You can see
it when you get in...
...Yessir I got it covered.
and jerk back and up.
backward to the floor, face-up, deputy on top.
The deputy's flailing legs kick over a wastebasket, send
spinning the castored chair, slam at the desk.
artery. It jets blood.
now freed, under it.
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