Miss Baker’s Bullet

It wasn't the first time I'd awoken to a gunshot. Miss Baker liked to scare the bejesus out of us. It worked too. “Keeps you honest,” she was fond of saying, putting two bullets in her ivory handle .38, spinning it shut, then pointing it from boy to boy. Click  Click “Let God decide,” she said. Most of us... Continue Reading →

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