Thicker Than Blood
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In Butte, Montana, the summer of 1979 has just approached the small city. A city composed of long family lines filling the copper mines and college students experiencing home sickness for the first time in their lives. For every sweat dropped by the miner's, it was equivalent to the number of shots taken after work at the local bar. For the students however, each day that went by without sitting in a lecture hall, the more free they became. These two groups seemed to hate each other yet love the same things especially a bar downtown called 'Ronnie's'.
It seemed as the summer heat of '79 increased in town, so did the antics of the locals. And at the epicentre of each fight was Deputy Sergeant Jim Roger taking a majority of the calls during the nights. Until one fetal and never-ending night shift. This call was not like any others. For it was not what he discovered at the scene of the call but, what he discovers after. Leaving him fearing for his life.
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