Peter Canton was pissed. It had taken them a lot longer than he expected to find the dead cattle. He had shot them two days ago. He had been waiting for news to hit the house and had been hiding in the loft of the barn, freezing his ass off. He had a hard time feeling his f*****g fingers and toes. When he had finally heard the excitement and watched as the men had piled into their trucks and took off, he was ecstatic.
Now, there would just be the old man downstairs and the two in the house. He had already cased the house while they had been at the hospital after the b***h had thrown herself out of his car. He knew how he was going to break in and had even unlocked the door so he wouldn’t have any problems.
Once he had taken care of the old man, he made his way to the back of the house. H
