Matty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
"'is 'ands are clammy and 'is color bes all wrong, 'arry. Ise tinks he's ''ad a 'eart attack."
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Harry took his cell phone from his pocket.
The bigger man took a step toward Harry.
"Put that cellphone away, if you know what's good for you."
Harriette reached under the counter and quickly got to her feet, holding a double barrelled shotgun. She aimed the shotgun at the bigger man.
"Dis bes a double barrel shotgun and its bes loaded with double zero slugs dat will put a 'ole in youse big enuf to drives a car through. Now, ifin youse knows what's best, Ise be backin' da fuck away from the counter."
The big man smiled.
"You aren't gonna use that shotgun."
Harriette smiled.
"Really?"
She pulled back both hammers and aimed the gun at the big man's head.
"Youse wants to take dat chance?"
The smaller man spoke quickly.
"Now lady. There is no need for violence here."
"She is not gonna use that gun," the big man tried to assure his partner.
"Maybe she's won't," came a voice from behind the two men.
"But Ise tellin' youse rite now, dat Ise won't 'ave any issues blown' yer fuckin' 'eads off."
The two men turned to see John Dove walking into the store, a shot gun in his hands.
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"Nanny Dove told us dere were some nasty strangers in town."
He looked at Harry.
"Make da calls, 'arry. Me and 'arriette will keep an eye on dese two."
