Savages

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They take the pony, of course.

Loaded with two shotguns, two pistols, and two AR-15s.

If they’re going out, they’re going out blazing.

Shoot Magdalena up with just enough junk to keep her docile and walk her out of her motel arm-in-arm-in-arm. Put her in the backseat, tape her mouth shut and her wrists in front of her.

Long quiet drive out to the desert.

What’s there to talk about and what do you put on the radio as a soundtrack to kidnapping and killing?

Silence is better.

Nothing to say anyway.