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The Shooting
Thomas’s spurs rattled as he walked towards the porch. He angled his hat to block the glare of the sun. It was time to face the consequences of his actions. The sheriff wasn’t going to like this.
He ground his boots into the dust and stepped onto the porch. The sheriff opened the screen door with a creak. “Thomas.”
“I shot Bucky in the butt and he whimpered.”
“You know what this means right?” The sheriff held out his hand.
Thomas withdrew his guns from their holsters and passed them to him.
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