Red Hunting Hat Holden Caulfield Novels & Stories

“You’ll see, you poke fun of me, but I have seen things…there are vampires and all sorts of other frightening creatures out there. As soon as I get out of here I am going to make sure they find you.” He deputy laughed. “You hang in two days? Good luck with that.” “Leave him alone Rusty. Can’t you see he’s simple minded.” The first deputy said as he removed his hat and tossed it to the hat rack to the left of the front door. The one called Rusty also took his hat off revealing a severely receding red hair with tinges of grey at the temples. Cain never quite understood why red-haired people were called Rusty or Red. No one called a brown-headed man Brown, or Poopy. He chuckled at his last thou

I utter coldly to Hendrix, who was blocking the driver’s door. He just moved in front of the side mirror. I opened the driver’s seat and started the engine, then turned on the car’s air-conditioning. I looked at Hendrix again. “Get out of there,” I said. He didn’t leave but looked in another direction. When I followed what he was looking at, I saw a large truck. Two people got out of it and approached Hendrix. I couldn’t see the faces of the two men because they were wearing surgical masks and violet hats that were part of their uniforms.