of an ambulance siren drawing near. The screen door screeched as the Sheriff and Doc Kendall burst into the room. “Is it true?” Maude called, her voice strangled with tears. “About Matt?” Doc knelt beside her, gave her a pain killer as the Sheriff took her hand in his, saying, “Listen, Maude. You just concentrate on your baby, now. Hear?” A strangled moan burst forth from her as the doctor moved to begin his examination. Halfway under from exhaustion, she murmured, “But, why? Even if Matt was with Lynda, why kill him? Beat him up, maybe, but not...”
She was losing focus. “...horrible. Live without Matt? Our babies...” She saw the sheriff glance at Doc as her pain eased her into oblivion. She barely heard him whisper, unable to understand his words: “...too much pain...didn’t understand...thinks Ken killed Matt. Would have been bad enough … but it was Lynda caught the guys together...shot them both. Seems they’d been seeing each other for years.” Allen McGill
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