Donnie Mattis had been playing with guns since he was fourteen years old. Now at twenty-two, he was fast and liked to brag about just how fast he was. Even his father had told him, “Donnie, no matter how fast you think you are, there’s always someone faster.” “Pop, you let me worry about that. They’ll just have to up an’ prove it. As I said, I can shoot the eye out of a rabbit er bird at a hundred feet.” “Son, what I’m trying to say, birds and rabbits don’t shoot back.”
