Dallow, his companion, wore a flannel shirt, thick cords, soft leather workboots. He would have preferred a t-shirt and jeans. L.L. Bean was not his style. He had Teak by half an inch and a solid 40 lbs. He was confident in himself but somewhat wary of the situation.
Killers tend to keep bad company.
They stopped, face to face. The woods didn't provide much cover. Only bits and pieces of leaves remained, spread beneath their whipthin branches. It didn't matter. Our little friend's no more.