Chapter 78Larry's fist never finished its descent.
'Just pretend you're shooting milk jugs out in my back yard,' Billy Bristol had said.
The shot was true. There was a burst of red from Larry's head.
'Remember, it'll be just like target practice,' Billy Bristol had said.
Just like target practice.
Dave mashed the hammer back and pulled the trigger again.
'I know you can do it,' Billy Bristol had said.
The second shot struck Larry between his shoulders.
'I'm...you,' Larry had said.
Again, Dave jammed back the hammer and pulled the trigger.
The third shot blew into the middle of Larry's back.
'Good luck,' Billy Bristol had said. 'This one's for the Double-Doubleyoo, man.'
Larry pitched into the sand.
Again, Dave mashed the hammer back.
Just like target practice.
'If he grows
