Apr 09, 2010 16:06
The body had to be days old at least. Piss, blood, rot - The air was thick with the stench of decay, making Dan's stomach churn. Wade dismounted without a pause and crouched at the corpse's side before shoving it onto its back.
Dan climbed down reluctantly, tossed the horses reins over a branch, and stood over Wade. The man'd been shot three times in the chest; any of the shots could have killed him: one in the stomach, one near the heart, one under the throat. They were big holes, like brown badges on the man's stained vest.
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