Robert Strzalko's Blog – April 2011 Archive (1)

     The screaming grew louder and louder as Jeb McCulloch approached the stable.  He expected most of the town to be asleep but something was taking place, something horrible.  The last time he heard someone wailing with that much pain and agony was when he was on the front.  It brought back terrible memories for him, memories of a man yelling and screaming as he begged for someone to shoot him and put him out of his misery.  No one did.  They just laid there all night beneath the stars and…