±±CRIME
"Shady Rest" was a funny kind of roadhouse. It had dynamite in the cellar, machine guns in the windows. Men sat around, spat on the floor, fingered the triggers of their rifles. One day, last November, an airplane flew over and dropped some bombs which missed the house. Nobody was killed; it was only a minor disturbance. Last week "Shady Rest" trembled, burned, collapsed. It became a ruin overnight. And what is more, it contained four bodies, charred beyond recognition, full of ugly bullet holes.
There had been another battle down in Little...
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