"Ah hell," Jack said, yanking the door open and getting in. He tossed the .357 on the seat. "Talk to me, Davey."
"Shot me in the head," David muttered.
Please, Jack thought. Please let it be one of those miracle shots where the bullet didn't hurt his brain. Please.
Originally appeared in Law and Disorder. This is noir at a hundred miles an hour; two brothers out for revenge on a pack of drug dealers in the American West. My runner-up for best story in BAMS 2015.
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