She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. She had killed the McCloskeys after they had witnessed her making a kill. She wouldn't be able to pass by anywhere without folks turning their heads. ’ Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. It was true.
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