A Bag of Rocks

“Jesus Christ, now what?” Terry Gray said to nobody, as the police cruiser crested the hill and nearly ran into an old man standing on the right tire track. Gray slammed on the brakes and put the car in park. Not like the old guy couldn’t have heard him, the damn ball joints had rattled their entire way up the dirt road. The old man just stood there, staring at Gray and the cruiser like…

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