We ought to go up north. It’d be nice now, out on the lakes, said the taller one. It’s been too warm. Too many mosquitoes. The tall man laughed. ‘Bullshit, mosquitoes. We’re Indians, dickhead.
John Sandford
We ought to go up north. It’d be nice now, out on the lakes, said the taller one. It’s been too warm. Too many mosquitoes. The tall man laughed. ‘Bullshit, mosquitoes. We’re Indians, dickhead.