Having no idea that his youngest son was dead,
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the farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed.
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In the shadow of the mountain, as the cattle hung their heads.
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grazing only feet from where the broken body lay.
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It would lay undiscovered for another several days,
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when the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay.
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The killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan,
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weighing his most recent deviation from the plan.
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Counting down the hours 'till the sun came up again.
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Hired to hit the farmer, but the farmer's asshole son
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had not yet decided between poison or a gun.
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Suddenly he realized he would not use either one
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Discretion
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| Pedro The Lion |
