Intro

City Lady Country Killer

The weather vane screamed, twisting in the summer wind. Beneath it was a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom, a living area, and me, holding a glass of whiskeyed ice.

There was no rain yet outside. Lighting seared. I could see across road to the field. My only neighbors were corn.

I listened to the twisting rooster. I bet I could grease the bastard before the …