He was cranky because he couldn’t do shit, and he was never one to smile much. He was good at killing men, hated killing time. Where he took pleasure was walking down the sidewalk knowing people he’d never met thought he was a mean old man. Hell, he’d been a mean young one, no reason to change now.… more
Writer: Rob Pierce
American Woods
FICTION by Rob PierceHe didn’t know whether the men he killed did so as payment for a petty grievance; more likely it was something serious, and it wasn’t up to him to decide who was right. Why was not a question he ever asked.… more
