"Damn you, Ernie, I know you been messin' with Eva Jean."
"No I ain't, Rog. I swear on a stack of Bibles."
"Damn liar. I can see it in the way you look at one another!" Rog brought the axe down heard, cleaving Ernie's skull.
They'd come to collect firewood, and Rog had figured this was the perfect place to confront his brother. Now he had to get rid of Ernie's body.
He rolled his brother into a large pile of fallen brush and lighted the dry material. A gigantic fire sprang up, immediately out of control.
"Holy God!" Rog whimpered as the fire licked tongues of flame at him. He turned to flee--and tripped over the axe he had dropped after killing Ernie. Body twisting as he fell, Rog hit on the back of his neck. He lost all sensation from his shoulders down; couldn't move a muscle. But he could almost hear Ernie's gleeful, vengeful laughter as the flames surged forward and engulfed him in unbearable pain.
"No I ain't, Rog. I swear on a stack of Bibles."
"Damn liar. I can see it in the way you look at one another!" Rog brought the axe down heard, cleaving Ernie's skull.
They'd come to collect firewood, and Rog had figured this was the perfect place to confront his brother. Now he had to get rid of Ernie's body.
He rolled his brother into a large pile of fallen brush and lighted the dry material. A gigantic fire sprang up, immediately out of control.
"Holy God!" Rog whimpered as the fire licked tongues of flame at him. He turned to flee--and tripped over the axe he had dropped after killing Ernie. Body twisting as he fell, Rog hit on the back of his neck. He lost all sensation from his shoulders down; couldn't move a muscle. But he could almost hear Ernie's gleeful, vengeful laughter as the flames surged forward and engulfed him in unbearable pain.
