Today’s
excerpt is from Toboggan, Book #4 of the nine-book Janitors Series. Tony in pain, and Frank is of little help. Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
In
the lodge a few miles up the snow-covered road, Tony was in pain. “That son-of-a-bitch better hope I never get
my hands on him. This side hurts like
hell, Frank.”
“I
don’t know nuttin to do fer ya, Tony. I did
all I could tink ob.”
“I
know, Frank. Thanks. I’ve been thinking. Maybe if you poured some gun powder on the
wound and light it, it might sear it and seal the damn thing.”
“I
dunno, Tony. Dat sounds like it hurt
like hell. Don’t know it’ll do ya any
good eeder.”
“It
always seemed to work in the westerns and war movies.”
“God,
Tony. Ya crazy! Goin’ to damn moobies fer dat.”
“Yeah,
okay, I guess you’re right. But the damn
thing hurts like hell.”
“Drink
more booze.”
“Thanks,
Frank. Why didn’t I think of that?”
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