'The Storm': My Marlin .30-.30 RIFLE, Part III | Two Drops of Ink: A Literary Blog
The car came to a screeching halt. There the two of us stood motionless. It was a standoff. My right eye is looking down the barrel of my rifle through my iron sight, my finger holding the trigger. My heart's racing, head pounding, breathing heavy, nostrils flared like a bull because I felt I couldn't inhale enough air...
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