Jimmy
Jimmy lay flat on the ground, his belly pressed tightly to the earth. ... Jimmy couldnt really blame himself. ... Jimmy could still remember their faces as if it was yesterday. The murderers would be brought to justice, come hell or high water, Jimmy had decided. ... But Jimmy had always looked older than he was. ... Now, at twenty, Jimmy was a hardened man. ... A shadow stirred in the window and Jimmy forced the memories into the back of his mind. ... Jimmy began to build suspense around his invasion. ... "Good," thought Jimmy, "They should be drunk enough that theyll never know what hit them." With this for assurance, and for the first time in days Jimmy felt comfortable enough to close his eyes slowly and rest, anticipating the nights conclusion. ... Jimmy woke to the sound of a plate breaking, then a a number of loud thuds and thumps, followed by what sounded like a struggle. A quick surveillance of the property assured Jimmy that nothing special was happening. ... "There is no question of what I have to do," Jimmy convinced himself. ... Jimmy crept up to the door, staying carefully to the shadows. ... Jimmy quickly surveyed the cabin. ... Jimmy kicked at the man on top, much like the man had done to his father. ... It had seemed to Jimmy that the two men must have had a dispute about some type of financial issue.