“You should have thought of that before you decided to show up five hours—”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I’m late. You’ve made your point.” This night was turning out to be an even bigger disaster than he thought possible. “How ‘bout this: I’ll give it to you for half price.”
“We prepaid.” The woman called Mrs. Dixon shot back. “Get out of here and you better start looking for a new job, because I’m going to call your manager tomorrow and he isn’t going to be happy to hear that his delivery boy failed on a job of this size.”
The explosion of a gunshot resonated into the night.
“What the hell?” Morris looked behind Mrs. Dixon.
“We got a problem Mrs. D?” A large silhouette of a man wearing a cowboy hat stood in the doorway to the house holding a smoking rifle.
“Jeb! Put that g*n away!”
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