texts: You're not talking sense. </s> <s> Sense?  If I had any sense I would have killed you this morning and been done with it. </s> <s> What are you . . . you can't . . . you can't kill me.
labels: A drifter, a loner, a trouble maker like you?  Just passing through town, need money so he busts in on an, old man.  Only this old man's got himself an automatic, and he knows how to use it.  A man's got to protect his home.  His wife.  You're dead, boy, and your own mother wouldn't convict me.