The man sleeping on the iron bed on the porch was in the brain fuzzy state between sleep and consciousness. He could feel eyes watching him. Cold, black, unfeeling eyes burning a hole in him from the foot of the bed. As sleep retreated the man tried to think what lay close at hand for a weapon. He cracked his right eye open just a bit and through the narrow slit he saw a tin
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