"Where are they, anyway?" I asked. "Did they all go out somewhere?" Perhaps Stephanie was having a shopping spree on my credit cards! I didn precisely grudge it to her, but I was more concerned about my gun.
"Dunno," replied Deadman, peering at the dark shape of the barn as it loomed up before us. "Did I put the damn lantern back where it goes?"
He had wrapped me
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"We could get a lamp from the house," I suggested.
He snorted and pushed the barn door open. "Yeah, lets bring an open flame into a barn fullve old straw bales. Could be more fun than watchin it fall down for the next fifty years, I guess."
"True. Papa always warned me about fire. Aren there any flashlights?"
"Maybe." Deadman felt the wall to the side of the door. "Hey, the lanterns here. Somebody put it back." Clicking the battery lantern on, he turned the beam and sent the light out through the structure; everything looked exactly as it had the night before, the rats scattering
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"Shit!" he hissed in surprised pain, dropping it back on the workbench. "What the hell?" I grabbed his hand and saw the scorches emerging in the pattern of the purses seams. "That thing burned me!" Darting a look at me, he lowered his brows. "You knew it was gonna do that? What the hells in there?"
The taped cardboard box was still on the workbench as well, its top open to show the other cartridges. "I--Im sorry. I should have told you. Its these cartridges. Aitch made them."
Deadman took his burned hand out of my grasp and shook it with a grimace, glancing in the direction of the garage
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