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Savannah Red, a crime novel
One of the men yelled behind the door. "Man, you're late!" As soon as the doorknob was turned, Savane kicked the door wide open and fired shots at anything that moved. One of the bullets hit a vase and scattered powder all over the coffee table. Several more hit the walls. Savane wasn't expecting the large gun to kick so much. He became more accurate with each shot. The rag muffled the sound some but not enough. He emptied the revolver on the men. One of the men looked dead, the other one rolled around on the floor in agony.
Savannah Red, a noir fiction
Savane roused the next day as the sunlight blinded him. He squinted as he slowly looked around. He lay on the ground on his side clutching a large barrel as if it was a female. His first thought was that he obviously took too many of the black pills. He was lucky that he didn't overdose. He was pinned between the tin fence of the salvage yard and the barrel. He was covered with stagnant water and muck. He had rolled in noxious plants, the underbrush, and ants during his high.
Savannah Red, a romance novel
As they walked, Nikki gave her narrative about the park, the Fourth of July celebration, and outdoor concerts. This was all delivered in a voice that captivated Zane. He debated holding her hand as he listened. The walk in the park was romantic---Zane couldn't help but feel it. Finally, they were at the fountain. "I love this fountain," she said as she carefully reached for Zane's hand and held it. She was the first one to show affection after Zane had debated the act for thirty minutes. The physical barrier between them was down. The rest of the walk was hand in hand, both smiling and talking.