The Katy Did closed and we followed two girls in a red Chevy, flirting at stoplights until we scared them home.
A man in a bathrobe stepped into the yard. “You boys go on now. There’s nothing here for you.”
I moved toward him and his hand lifted. When I saw the gun, I forgot everything else.
Barry Basden lives in the Texas hill country with Bean, his little rescue terrier. He reads a lot and occasionally writes.
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