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The two are finishing up work on
repairing the dog’s broken right front leg. Ed looks up and nods to Walter who
nods back.
    Lisa smiles at the Game Warden, “Hello, Mr. Yandow . It sure is a sticky one, isn’t it?”
    He proffers a smile in return. “It sure is Lisa. I sure could
use a cold drink. Ed, do you mind?”
    “Nope, go on and help yourself.”
    Yandow moves towards the white
enamel colored refrigerator tucked into the corner and pulls open the large
door. Inside, mixed in alongside various temperature sensitive drugs, is half a
case of diet cola. He takes out a can and closes the door. Leaning against the
wall, he pops the can’s lift tab and in a couple of seconds drinks down the
entire twelve ounces. He holds back a belch and burps silently to himself.
    Ed Foley looks over at Yandow and
asks, “What have you got for me?”
    “We bagged two in season.”
    Lisa blushed when she heard the expression “in season.” She
knew it meant they had caught a young couple having sex.
    “Where are they?”
    “They’re in the back of my truck.”
    “Dead?”
    “Yup, old Bob Senecal and I took
out the man and young Sammy Porter shot the woman right in the throat. That
Sammy is a good one, he is.”
    Lisa looked over at Yandow and said
“I dated his older brother for awhile a couple of year’s ago. They’re such a
nice family. His older brother had his share of silencings .
It sure was a loss when he died in that car crash. Anyway, I’m glad Sammy got
his first. It is his first, isn’t it?
    “Yeah, it’s his first all right,” said Yandow .
    “Lisa, give me a hand with the dog,” said her father.
    They carried the dog into an adjoining room, where it was put
into a large cage. There were several other animals in cages in this room. They
each began to make loud, almost frantic noises as if they were pleading to be
freed. After the dog was placed into the cage, Ed took a needle out of a small
tray that was sitting on top of a cage that had a black and white short-haired
tuxedo colored cat inside. He also picked up a vial from the same tray. He
carefully stuck the needle into the end of the vial and withdrew a measured
amount of medicine. He put the vial back into the tray. Next he bent over and
stuck the needle into the dog’s side, near the now splinted left front paw.
    “Lisa, could you stay with Mrs. Kenard’s dog until I get back?”
    “Sure, Dad.”
    Yandow and the Vet headed out to
the backyard to examine the dead bodies.
    “Oh, and Lisa, please call the Reverend and tell him what we
have!” said her father from over his shoulder as he led the way to the back
yard.
    “I will, Daddy.”
    The two men climbed down the back porch steps and headed over
to the back of the pickup. There was a cluster of flies buzzing about over the
side of the tarpaulin nearest to the front of the truck bed.
    “Damn flies, they’re on to the blood,” said Ed Foley.
    “I hate flies, Walter. I sure hate flies,” said Ed as he
pulled down the truck’s tailgate.
     

 
     

 
     
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    His waitress placed a very large plate directly in front of
him. The aroma of the prime rib drifted up from the delicious looking plate of
food. The vegetables were attractively presented alongside the steak. Earlier
the bottle of wine he had ordered had been opened and presented by a young man
from the bar. Aaron sampled the wine and pronounced it superb. He had already
consumed half a glass when his dinner’s main course arrived. Korie , his waitress, removed the empty salad dish and
refilled his glass of water.
    “Please be careful, the plate is quite warm, you wouldn’t
want to burn yourself.”
    “Thanks, I’ll be careful.”
    “Can I get you anything else?” asked the waitress.
      “No, everything is
fine, thank you.”
    “Do you approve of the wine?”
    “Oh, yes. It’s just perfect.”
    “Very well. I’ll check back later. If you need me for
anything, just glance my way and nod.”
    “Thank you, I