Motocross Dinosaurs
“Uh-huh,” the owner said. “Or maybe you figure humans shoot each other all the time, but if someone turns up ripped in half the cops are gonna start lookin’ for dinosaurs.” Tark carefully pounded the counter. “There used to be a time,” he said, “when gun dealers would actually sell people guns! A time … called America. I miss that time.” “I don’t sell to foreign nationals.”
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
