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May 5, 2005
The door of the VFW hall banged open, spilling the daybreak's frosty air over the chilled desire of the Crawford County posse. Boots shuffled and chairs scraped as some men rose, a lady was in the room. Molly Stillwater spoke loud, to the corners of the hall, "All of you said it would be Hell to pay the day Bernie Sheffield didn't give a fuck anymore." She turned to look at them, a finger pointing at the carnage on the screen, the bloody B, "Well, boys, I think that day is here." In her womb, Bernie's baby begged with her.