The Last Hurrah of Cullin Goss
“Oh, go on with you Cull. You’d probably give me a heart attack,” she was saying when the local medic Ed Chilcoat came in. Ed was Ellie’s third cousin. Stacey hurried down to Ed with a look of concern written on her face. “How is she Ed?” she asked.
“Not good Stacey, but she’ll live, barely. He broke a couple of ribs, blacked her eyes, oh gawd, we think she may be hemorrhaging inside. I’ll know more later. Can I get some coffee?”
“Damn that Mike Wilson. Did they arrest him?” Stacey asked pouring Ed’s coffee.
“Nope,” Ed replied.
“Didn’t even throw him in jail! Well, damn him anyway, and his daddy a deputy, and his granddad the Sheriff of the whole county. Why if I was a man———-.”
“But you ain’t. Just hush up girl,” Ben Childress said in a stern tone.
“Why, Ben Childress, I’m just saying.”
“I know, just say it in yer mind girl. There’s many that might take exception,” Childress said getting up.
Cullin finished his third cup of coffee, left money on the counter, and left the café. Pausing on the sidewalk, he looked up and down Main Street and wondered when the end would come. Getting in his truck, he drove to the end of the street to the gym at the WMCA.
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