Audio Book Demo - A Death by Stephen King
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This is from a death by Stephen King. Sheriff Barclay stood in the doorway, almost filling it up. Come out of their jamming. Do it with your hands up. I ain't drawn my pistol and I don't want to. Truesdale came out. He stood there looking at the sheriff with his flat grey eyes. The sheriff Look back. So did the two in the back of the old buckboard with Heinz Mortuary printed on the sides and faded yellow letters. I notice you don't ask why we're here, Sheriff Barclay said. Why are you here, sheriff? A cold breeze kicked up, blowing the horses manes and flattening the grass in a wave that ran south. You need to get in the back of the wagon, the sheriff said. I don't want to ride in. No funeral, Hack, Truesdale said. That's bad luck. You got bad luck all over. You're painted in it. Get in