Chapter 69Larry Smith gaped at that which he'd wrought.
Billy Bristol writhed in the sand at his feet. Billy lay on his left side, upon which he'd fallen; he clutched his torn throat with both hands, as if that might hold shut his wound.
Billy's hands were covered with bright blood, the same blood which streamed and pooled upon the sand...the same blood which had spattered Larry's gnarled right arm, the same blood which streaked his blade.
Larry Smith gaped.
Billy's eyes were wide as he struggled in vain to staunch the crimson flow. He gurgled and choked, gasped spastically; he coughed, and blood sprayed from his mouth.
With each beat of his heart, more blood pulsed between his fingers.
Larry Smith gaped.
With an anguished cry, he dropped to his knees. The knife fell from his han
