A young boy lay in a field, his eyes fluttering open to the sound of yelping. Nearby, a small coyote struggled, its paw caught in a bloody trap. The animal thrashed about, frightened and in agony. The boy's voice was soothing as he whispered, "It's okay, I'll help you." He reached out, but the coyote bit him. Undeterred, the boy tried again. The coyote bit him once more. This time, the boy's expression turned resolute. With a swift motion, he freed the coyote's paw, avoiding its snapping jaws.A disembodied voice echoed through the field,
"Congratulations, looks like you're going to be our Sheriff Jenkins!"
The boy spun around, but there was no one in sight. He turned back to face the coyote, now transformed into the outlaw, holding Sheriff Jenkins' son hostage. "Don't say a word, son!" the now fully grown Jenkins cried out.
Sheriff Jenkins jolted awake, his heart racing. He lay in a hospital bed, his leg severely injured. Deputy Morton sat beside him, reading a book and smoking a cigarette. "Sheriff, welcome back," Morton said, extinguishing his cigarette. "You've been out for a while."
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The Tradition
Historical FictionExperience the chilling confessions of a ruthless outlaw, as he recounts his crew's most heinous crimes and the twisted tradition. In his world death is a spectator sport, and the killer is the star. Welcome to The Tradition. A chilling tale of cat...
