Shotgun Stories Page #4

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grandma, OK? Be right back.

- Do you mind?

- No, go ahead.

Here to see Son?

I don't know.

Why do you have that?

I was gonna kill Cleaman Hayes.

Nothing good can come

from killing that man.

If Son wakes up out of this,

this fight ain't done.

He'll kill them himself to finish it.

You don't know that.

He's been shot before

protecting us.

I know.

Son's all I have now.

I just wanna protect my brother.

I know.

What are you gonna do?

I wanna put an end to it.

Wait, wait!

- Hold on!

- What the hell are you doing?

Get down, you son of a b*tch!

Steve, he don't got a gun!

Back off, Stephen.

Stop it!

I just came to talk.

Give me one reason

I don't kill you right now.

I'm done with this.

What?

- I want it to stop.

- It's gonna stop.

You got two boys, right?

What about it?

Son's got his boy, Carter.

And one day I'm gonna

have some of my own.

I just wanna protect my family.

Why should I trust you?

You can shoot me if you want,

but I'm done fightin'.

Back off, Stephen.

This ain't right.

Put the gun down,

he's unarmed.

You shoot him here like this

and they'll put you away.

We got a chance to stop all this,

now put the gun down.

I don't wanna see you here

ever again.

Wait.

What if Son wakes up and

doesn't see things this way?

Better hope he does.

- Take this.

- But I'm covered.

Just take it.

You'll need some traveling money.

Thanks.

You think he'll be all right? -He'll

be all right, just give him some time.

Come here.

All right. Freeze, guys!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

That's how you run

full-court press.

Drunk by noon on New Year's Day

in the hills outside of town someplace

with the smoke and the wine

and a stranger's eyes

Smoke and the wine

and the whiskey don't mix

Shakin' so bad,

think I'm gonna be sick

Buy another scotch

as I head to the door

and it won't make it better

but I wanna make sure

Hold me close

I love you more than you know

And I step outside

Drank away all of my

fears and my doubts

Stole away hearts

from town to town

Now the things I fear

come back here

Feel the cold ground

underneath my boots

at no good reason

it reminds me of you

Never made good,

though I tried and I tried

so I turn back around

and walk inside

Hold me close

I love you more than you know

Hold me close

I love you more than you know

and that won't make things right

Originally published 01/30/2012

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