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Small Town Monsters

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Chapter 10

Clay arrived at the station late for his morning shift, bags under his eyes and needing plenty of aspirin.

“Been out with the boys again,” Kurt said from behind his paper-festooned desk, looking his deputy up and down.

“Sorry, Kurt,” Clay said, taking a key from his chain to unlock a voluminous gun-case in Kurt’s office.

“You need to learn to control yourself. And that uniform looks like you’ve been keeping it rumpled in the corner.”

“Something eating at you?” Clay asked, taking his holster and sidearm from a peg in the case and fixing it about his waist. Clay had expected a good railing for being late, but Kurt seemed unusually nasty.

“What’s wrong with this town?” Kurt said.

Clay stopped what he was doing and looked across the desk at his boss. “I’m not getting you.”

“We have a simple animal attack and everyone turns into Van Helsing, with both barrels blazing.”

“What happened?” Clay asked.

“Larry Uriarte was talking last night about rounding up some of the boys and going on a little hunt. Not to mention Buran Peoples, with a screw or two loose in that whiskey bottle head of his, ranting on about every herd in the county being

Concerning:

Clay Hickman

Kurt McCammus