The Hand

Instead, he chucklled, and seemed to keep going until he filled the whole room with his deep belly laugh.

"Flint Rogers!" he boomed "Fancy meetin' you 'round these parts! I see you got yourself a new hand to replace the one that I took from you all those years ago."

"Red Bart," Flint replied, with a slight nod "I thought you had died in that mess with Mexico a few years back"

"Thought?" Bart laughed "Hoped is more like.  No, I ain't that easy to get rid of."

"Sure wish you were, Bart, but then you are made o' tougher stuff than most."

"And don't you ferget it, kid"

The End

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