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Scratches And Scars • D. Dixon

| CONQUER | Chapter 67

: W Means Wolves :

Birds chirping, a rundown car in an open forest area was sparkling in the sunlight as a man was sleeping inside and awoke to making himself some breakfast

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Birds chirping, a rundown car in an open forest area was sparkling in the sunlight as a man was sleeping inside and awoke to making himself some breakfast. He was minding his own business as another man pointed his gun at his face and sat down. "Looks good. Hi." He greeted himself as he nods his head, not scared one bit.

"Hello." He said while he lowered his spoon. "You can lower that. What's the w for?" He asked while the man just smiled.

"You know, the first settlers here, they put bounties in wolves' heads. Brought the natives into it. Made them hunt them. Didn't take them too long to kill them all. They're back now. Thoughts?" He asked while he pointed to the w that was engraved into his head.

"Everything gets a return." The man told him.

"Are you shitting me?" He asked.

"No, I shit you not." He said while they both laughed.

"I like this. Just talking." He said with a chuckle. "I don't get to meet new people very often. Maybe once every two weeks." He told him.

"That's a lot." He said in amazement.

"Oh, I work at it. We do. Sometimes we find camps. We run through them. But we have traps, too. It's different. It's not like meeting like this. As equals. Little chats in front of a fire with a stranger. That's the closest thing to movies now. I miss the movies. I used to- - put that down." He said while the other man was holding a mug to his lips.

"Why?" He asked.

"'Cause I want it. I want everything you have. Every last drop." He told him.

"Can I keep a little of it? Just to get me through a day or two? You know, just to keep me alive?" He asked and the man looked into his brown eyes.

"I'm taking you, too. And you're not exactly gonna be alive." He told him as the other man just smiled.

"Okay." He mumbled and put the mug down.

"Some of the tribes around here, they thought that the first people were wolves transformed into men. And now, well, you know. Everything gets a return, right?" He asked.

"You can have my supplies. You can have everything. Doesn't need to be any ugliness. But I can't allow you to take me away. I will not allow that." He told him while going to pick up his bag.

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