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Small Town Monsters

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house ball and knocked seven pins down in two shots; better than usual.

“It ain’t just me sayin’ Sasquatch exists,” Larry went on after Kurt sat back down. “There’s lots of evidence and enough witnesses to prove he’s real in the court of law. They got plaster molds of his prints, they got pictures, and one guy, Mr. Paterson was his name, even caught him on super-8, walkin’ across a creek; I’ve seen it.”

“We’ve all seen it,” Buck said.

“I haven’t seen it,” Kurt said.

“Well, you can come over some time; I got it on tape,” Larry said.

“I think I’ll do that,” Kurt said. “You have a good story there; but what I saw on Buren’s ranch was nothing more than wolves.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Larry said, tapping his temple with one finger.

“I’m sure,” Kurt said.

“You know, if you’re up against Sasquatch, you’re going to need some help. What do you say I round up a bunch of boys and we go hunting?” Larry asked.

Kurt winced. “Now Larry, you know I can’t let you do that.”

“Why not? We’s all good shots,” Larry stared over at Buck.

“It’s my job on the line,” Kurt said, trying to play delicately. “You pay me to keep order.”

“Aw, come on; it’d be fun,” Larry said.

Kurt chuckled. “As your friend, I have no doubt it would be a kick in the shorts. But I’m also the law and sometimes being the law has to come before being your friend. I can’t have you boys stomping through the woods with bottles of Jack and firearms. You need to let me handle this.”

“Well, as they say: the law is as the law does,” Larry said.

Kurt’s smile faded away. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Larry’s eyes rested on Kurt’s for a moment. Then his face pealed into a beaming grin. “Hell, Kurt, it don’t mean nothin’. I’m just messing with you.”