The Chainsaw Man
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"Who are you and what is your business on my property?" questioned Mordecai Cradle. "Who the hell wants to know?" countered the unkempt hunter. Mordecai fixed his cold, green eyes in an icy stare at the slovenly individual before him. "Friend, I don t like answers in the form of questions. I own this property and it is posted for those that can read. I do not allow hunting in any form on the property and the killing of deer is strictly forbidden. Lastly, you are blocking my road. You and your friend are directed to leave the property -- now!" * * * "I ll make you a deal, Shifflett," Mordecai spoke loud enough for all to hear. "Just you and me in front of the truck lights. No weapons, just bare hands. The winner does what he wishes. The loser can be buried on that hill over there. What do you say, deal?" A sweating Joe Junior huffed in the darkness. "Talking ain t gonna get you out of this fix, old man. Your time s up." Mordecai smiled to himself. "I suppose you are right!" He fired two quick shots which snuffed out the truck s lights. Slayton Moorhound, the "Wordslinger of High Fiction," brings to life the quest of a Madison County, Virginia landowner and his panther cat to remove trespassing deer hunters from his property. An intimidating bully of a female sheriff and a greedy big game hunter turn the effort into an exploit of fatal proportions. ... The Many Paws Press
