Ezra Valero should’ve brought more ammo. Or more explosives. Hell, he should have just brought a jet and carpet-bombed the place. That surely would’ve done the job, right? But no, the government couldn’t — or wouldn’t — foot the bill. He held his M4 rifle close as he leaned back against a large tree in...
This content is for 12 Short Stories in 12 Months members only.
Register
Register
Already a member? Log in here