Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

thrashed hard, heel catching my shin. We hit the muddy lip of the ditch together. I jammed his wrist into the slope and felt the gun skid free into weeds.

The driver twisted around. Benny broke his window with a punch tool and hauled him out from the far side before he cleared his seatbelt.

Rear compartment door flew open.

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