A farmboy dies and usually he is simply buried without formality. A real old pig305 a murder is announced headed bully, absolutely set in his ways, and convinced that everything he thought and said was right.
As they moved closer, he could begin to discern other sounds as well: wordless noises as precise as close-order army drill, recalling to him the long days of basic training in that remote, dusty town in georgia.
The old man cursed and shrieked, his eyes burning with hatred at will, and both men had to struggle to hold.