They dragged Holtz out of the old school building by his hair; he wasn’t going easy or dignified.
He’d been Mayor long enough, pissed off too many people: too many of the young men run out of town on a pretext or a bald-faced lie; too many of the young women given a choice between their honor and their stomach.
The Holtz boys, the sons, they’ll come back from patrol and find things changed in town, and they’ll have to decide whether to accept the change or not.
I’m hoping they don’t, because then we’ll get to kill them too.
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