Blackbelly Butcher Novels & Stories

He spat up blood and went down, buried under the weight of the carcass. "Holy crap!" I threw the meat off him in a panic and hauled him up by the back of his collar like he weighed nothing. Of course, that was the exact moment the old geezer in the next door butcher store, Tom Walker, came strolling by with a group of idlers in tow. They took one look at the scene and completely lost it. "Well, well, Yvonne. Did you buy yourself a man to keep as a decoration?" "That's no husband, that's a pretty doll. Did the pig carcass just kill him? What terrible luck!"