Stitches: A Werewolf Gunslinger Tale Volume 2 Read Free

hands had regained their
human shape along with the rest of me.
    “ Y-you are both monsters.”
Stanley’s eyes were wide and drool fell down his chin. He was on
the verge of madness.
    “ No, Stanley. We have
discussed this already. You are the only monster here.”
    I released him and stood. I pulled on
the remains of my tattered clothing and replaced my gun
belt.
    “ Let’s go talk to the
mayor. You are going to offer a full confession, leaving out what
you saw tonight, right Stanley?”
    The old man looked from me to Adam and
back again, but he did not reply.
    Adam placed his hand on Stanley’s
shoulder and spoke, “Right Stanley?”
    Stanley nodded and hung his head.
“Right.”
    ***
    Stanley’s body swayed in the breeze
from the very tree from which they hanged Adam a day earlier. The
crowd was smaller for the second hanging. I guess some of the
spectators didn’t have the heart to face the innocent man they
tried to kill once before.
    Stanley had confessed as he was
supposed to do. Afterwards he blurted out that Adam was some kind
of devil and I was a demon. By then the mayor had heard enough. He
apologized to Adam on behalf of the town and immediately said a
prayer thanking the good Lord for showing mercy and somehow sparing
Adam’s life in what could only be called a miracle.
    After they hauled away the corpse,
Hannah’s mother walked over to where Adam and I stood. She took his
hand and looked him in the eye.
    “ I am so sorry, Adam. So
very sorry.” Tears streamed down her face as her husband tried to
console her.
    “ I am sorry, too,” Adam
replied.
    The rest of the observers returned to
their lives, leaving Adam and I alone under the hanging
tree.
    “ So, what will you do
now?” I asked.
    He looked towards the dirt road
leading out of town.
    “ I think I’ll head that
way. Deadwood is a three day walk from here. After that, I don’t
know.”
    “ In the strangest of
coincidences, I too am heading to Deadwood. You care for some
company?”
    The undead giant nodded. “I’d like
that.”
    “ Sorry about your head, by
the way. Did that hurt?” I pointed at the open wound between his
eyes.
    “ Forget about it. I don’t
feel pain. Besides, I am held together with stitches. A few more
will make little difference in the way I look.”
    “ Oh, and Adam?”
    “ What?”
    “ I don’t think it’s your
looks that scare people. It’s probably the fact that you smell like
moldy cheese.”
    He laughed. “Then I have nothing to
worry about. I am sure that filthy dog smell you give off will
drown it right out.”

Dear Reader,
    Thanks for taking the time to read the
continuing exploits of the gun slinging werewolf, Lily Farrell. She
got her start in the pages of my novel, Lucifera’s Pet, but she
could not be contained there. Stay tuned for more stories about the
werewolves, vampires, and boogey-men and women that populate the
landscape in my demented head.
    Beware feral gerbils. They walk among
us.
    Howlingly yours,
    M.T. Murphy
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About the Author

    M.T. Murphy prefers his vampires evil,
his werewolves feral, his facial hair excessive, and thinks that
shades of gray are far more interesting than black and white. He
lives in a den deep in the woods of Alabama with his beautiful and
patient wife, their two ridiculously adorable children, and a
were-Schnauzer named Logan.