And inside there are shelves from the floor to the ceiling and drawers built into the walls, everything covered with a thick layer of comfortably settled dust and the man wearing the heavy black boots that clomp ca clomp as he makes his way slowly across the aged and uneven hardwood floor, heading towards the entry way of what might be a kitchen or a pantry, examining anything carefully that catches his eye, the one in charge of all of this he yells "Halsted!" and then "Wait outside!" and when Halsted turns, startled by the loudness and abruptness of his voice, rather clumsily to head back out the front door he knocks a lantern from it's place on a low standing table near where he was standing and sends it clanking to the floor. The man in charge, the one with the boots, takes a beautiful silver Smith and Wesson Model 59 from the back of his pants and racks the first round into the chamber, clomps over to Halsted and looks him in the eye, reminds him, jabbing the barrel of the gun into the bottom of his chin "And please don't disturb anything."
Written in what looks like it may be charcoal on a brick inside the uncovered fireplace is the word RUNTA and when the man in charge announces to us, turning on his heel and slithering towards the next room, that we are to bring anything that appears unusual to his attention I don't bother mentioning this or how I knew to even look for it there.
Written in what looks like it may be charcoal on a brick inside the uncovered fireplace is the word RUNTA and when the man in charge announces to us, turning on his heel and slithering towards the next room, that we are to bring anything that appears unusual to his attention I don't bother mentioning this or how I knew to even look for it there.