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by Damaron

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Cold Place in your Soul

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Sam the Hound had fled the scene once the boss came in so it was now just the three of them. Damaron got up from his chair and followed the young lady as she led the bear to the back room. They came to an office room with a safe in the corner, Navaho looked at Damaron, not a word was spoken and the wolf kicked the white clothed bear in the ass knocking him to his knees in front of the safe. Navaho put the gun to his head and convinced him to open the safe. Thomas the bear obliged and opened the safe. Damaron grabbed a sack and started putting all of the cash and whatever he could find in the safe in it.
Everything was happening so fast. Anything that was said came out as hate and rage mixed with whimpers of fear and pleads for avoiding death and silent obligation as the coyote girl took control of the whole situation empowered by the gun in her hand. Navaho procured a rope and tossed it to the white wolf. He knew what to do and tied the fat man’s big grubby paws behind his back and put a blind fold on his eyes leaving him on the floor by the safe in his office.
Navaho came up and put the gun under his chin and leaned in real close to his ear. “If you’re dumb enough to chase us, man, you’re dumb enough to die,” She said.
The two ran out of the bar and jumped in Damaron’s truck. The engine roared to a start and kicked up dirt as they sped away to the border of Mexico. When you’re running from the law ain’t that where everybody goes? They ended up in a town with a name they couldn’t spell and then she gave him what he came for in a Mexican hotel.

Artwork by glowfox
Story by me inspired by Toby Keith's Bullets in the gun

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