SHORT STORY: Saddle the Pale Horse by Andrew Davie

Andrew Davies SHORT STORY - Saddle the Pale Horse
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Bagby ran a hand over his mouth and took a healthy pull of his beer. He knocked himself on his chest with his fist a few times, like he was jarring something loose, winced, and sat back. His arms folded over the booth’s backrest like stop motion flower petals opening.

“So, what’s up your ass?”

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