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and suddenly thrust out a hand.
    "My name is Andy Kiwacz."
    "Reaper, or Jason, as you will," the Reaper replied as he shook the man's hand. Slowly Andy released his hand, then turned and gazed out over the field littered with bodies while shaking his head. The reply came slowly.
    "I think I'll call you, Reaper. You're certainly effective."
    The Reaper said nothing for a moment, then finally spoke as both men looked at each other. "Who is Bruce?"
    "One of my group that I'd told to stay behind and help guard the women and children. When you started firing, I assumed he'd followed me instead. I really didn't know who else it could be. But, come Reaper. Let's get back to my family and crew. We can talk there, as we’re not safe here. They'll be back shortly in much larger numbers." Making sure Jason was following him, Andy headed through the woods parallel to the road and into town. As they passed each group of stripped bodies, both young and old, the Reaper took a few seconds to close the eyes and rearrange the bodies of those that needed it to provide a semblance of family. Their mortal forms should rest with dignity , he thought as he straightened their stiff forms. The Reaper knew he was taking an additional risk of being spotted with these small delays, but did what needed to be done for the newly departed. At first Andy observed his actions, then started helping the Reaper. In the end, Jason counted over forty dead, before they finally headed down a side street within the city. A church loomed ahead, this one heavy in concrete and brick, its door opening as they approached.
    Just inside, a woman was waiting for them, a .380 handgun held tightly in her hands. The Reaper instantly saw an intense yet strong, caring face, filled with concern for this man before him, and he took an instant liking to her. He watched as she hugged Andy tightly, then fingered the rip in his jacket while gazing up into his eyes. Then her gaze turned to watch the Reaper without speaking, piercing green eyes never leaving his face. Others were coming up behind her, and Jason saw seven small children, along with two more adult males, and five females. Andy was the first to speak.
    "Reaper, I'd like you to meet my family and friends."
    Introductions were quickly made as they bolted the door and headed into the interior. One of the men stayed behind to watch through a portion of a stained window, and the Reaper nodded in approval at the lookout as he followed them.
     
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Chapter 3
     
    "What the fuck just happened!" Ringo screamed. Five minutes ago he had been raping the shit out of a sweet fourteen-year-old redhead, whose screams of agony and terror were a real turn-on, and now he was standing in a frozen field just south of the cemetery gazing down in fury at the sprawled-out bodies lying there. An even dozen of his men were dead, with nothing to show for it. He could care less if they all died; what he did care about were bitches, farmhands, and supplies, and increasing his power. He waved his .44 Smith & Wesson Magnum around like a madman, brandishing it in the face of some of those present who were rapidly backing away from him, and punching it into the chests of others who were not quick enough to move out of the way of his furious rampage. "What the fuck do I pay you for?"
    "Well, technically you don't pay us anything," quipped one young, greasy-haired man who had just taken a healthy swallow from the bottle of peppermint schnapps he held tightly gripped in his hand. Ringo rounded on him in fury and fired his .44 without hesitation, the jacketed round ripping through the bony chest, eventually coming to rest somewhere a great distance away. As his lifeless body fell to the ground, Ringo rounded on the others again.
    "Nobody fucks with me, period! I'm the top guy, and I'll kill anyone who mouths off, so does anyone else wanna be a smart ass? Please talk shit, because that's thirteen dead now and thirteen's an unlucky number. I need to kill