“You’re mah’n, boi.. y’ennershtaahnd me?” he asked, digging or pulling something sharp against my neck..
“y-yes.. .. yessir” i responded, unsure and afraid... the accent unknown as much as the intention..
“Aye-awh-too-leef-y’-heer’til-th’law-cumZ” he said; but i could hear a lie in his breath the way some people might smell whiskey there instead..
















