Published in Grim Corps Magazine, Winter/Spring 2013

He regretted giving Mason a gun. For one thing, it was just for show. The power line was safe at night, safer if he’d given Mason a harmless thing to hold—an extra spotlight, something.

Case in point: Eli shifted the quad into third to climb Brindle Hill, and as the quad tipped upward with the pitch, Mason slipped backwards on the seat; the guy was a starting player on the college basketball team, so when he grabbed for Eli’s waist to catch himself, it was like being clutched by a gorilla. But in the embrace, Mason’s borrowed .22 rattled against the high-powered deer rifle slung across Eli’s back.

“Dude.”

“What?”

“Do not. If that thing blows my head off, I will haunt you until you die.”

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