The RiflemanThe man lay still.The Rifleman
Over 500 yards of dust and wind separated him from his target, so there was little chance of be discovered. But better safe than... well, dead.
He ran his thumb across his teeth, smearing some of the grease that breakfast left behind off. Disgusting. Wiping it on his pant leg, he readjusted his binoculars to check the target again. He was a good-looking guy. The rifleman didn't swing that way, but it was obvious the way the ladies gave him a double-take when some walked by. Either that or he stank to high heaven. Young, strong build, glasses, left-handed. Th
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He sat next to the body, dead and broken, for another five soundless minutes. One arm resting on a knee, the other leg laying flat, back against the tree from which he pounced, he peered at his stained hand. It was red, as all blood was, and was rapidly drying on his glove, which stuck disgustingly to his trembling hand. However, as he s
Teh New Niz ID
Alright.
Artistic
Hey there! I hope that you have a truly wonderful day today!
*Dying-Soul
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Take this life. I'm right here. Stay a while and breathe me in
Visit my Stock Acct *dying-soul-stock
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all to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet barbaedos where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in. yarrr
*garg n'uair d'huisgear*
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Man who wears heart on sleeve has bad surgeon.
Feed Your Brain!
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all to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet barbaedos where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in. yarrr
*garg n'uair d'huisgear*
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Man who wears heart on sleeve has bad surgeon.
Feed Your Brain!
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