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The Right Side: Sneak Peek

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May 19th, 2017 Posted 8:35 am

Little P, short for Little Protector, was what Daddy called the .22. Daddy was big on protection: “It’s what we do in this family going way way back. All the way to the Civil War, both sides.” LeAnne took Little P from him, checked the safety – numero uno first goddamn thing every time, like he’d told her – then held it in the proper way, by both hands and with the muzzle pointing down at a forty-five degree angle, which was how she’d learned degrees, resulting in an A plus on the class participation half of her Exploring Science grade. Then she and her daddy walked up a long slope where some big saguaros grew, Daddy carrying the cooler. There were bullet holes in a few of those saguaros, always at the tops where the heads would be, if saguaros had heads, but she and Daddy were blameless.

“What the hell is wrong with some people?” he said.

“Does it hurt the saguaros?”

“What do think? Look at them. Those holes seem right to you?”

“No. But I meant does it give them pain?”

Daddy inclined his head toward her. He had the best face you’d ever want to see, a big rough face with watchful eyes that shone when things were going well, like now, out in the desert. “Good question,” he said.

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