By Donnie Moreland āWhere do you keep the shells?ā Earl whispered. Willis, enamored with the searing heat of a bullet having ripped through his shoulder, seemed to hear his nephew retroactively. āJesusā¦.Lord.ā¦.I canāt remember.ā Earl looked back to the door, accepting he was just going to have to wait here. Wait to know their enemy, […]