Collins opened the back door.
Bryan recoiled instinctively, pressing into the corner of the seat.
“Out,” Collins said.
Bryan shook his head without realizing he was doing it. “I didn’t do nothin’.”
Collins grabbed him by the collar and yanked him out hard enough that Bryan stumbled, knees slamming into dirt.
The men laughed.
Bryan looked around wildly. Confused. Horrified. Trying to assemble logic where there wasn’t any.
“Why are y’all—?”
A boot hit his ribs.
Not hard enough to break. Hard enough to send a message.
“You’re in the wrong town for that,” one of the older men said calmly.
“Messing with our daughters,” another added.
Bryan blinked through rising panic. “We just went to the movies.”
A hand fisted in his hair and forced his head up.
Deputy Collins crouched in front of him.
“She cryin’ at home,” Collins said softly. “Embarrassed. You know what that does to a father?”
Bryan’s brain scrambled. She hadn’t been crying. They’d kissed. She’d laughed.
“You niggers always play dumb,” someone behind him said.
The word cracked through the clearing like a branch snapping.
Bryan froze.
The sheriff stepped forward then, measured and calm.
“Here’s your choice,” he said.
The men parted slightly.
Behind them, at the edge of the clearing, was a rectangle of freshly turned earth.
A grave.
Dark and patient.
“Step into it,” the sheriff continued, voice level. “Or run.”
The forest seemed to inhale.
Bryan stared at the open hole. His mind refused to process it.
Run?
The men spread out slowly, widening the circle. Casual. Not rushing.
They weren’t worried.
Collins leaned close to Bryan’s ear. “Run,” he whispered.
“Makes it interestin’.”
SUNDOWN
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