Big Jim and his boy got in the 4x4 and started heading out of town. There had been a a lot of rain lately so Big Jim was glad he had the four wheel drive to get them back to their camp up on the mountain. Big Jim reached into his glove box and pulled out his Smith and Wesson .357 revolver. He had cut the barrel down to just over an inch or so making it easy for him to tote it around. He reloaded his own ammo and had it pressured up as high as he could without blowing the thing to pieces. Even so that little revolver would shoot a fire ball out of it the size of a basketball. He kept spinning the chamber while he was making his way back home. JR stared at the weapon like it was a rattlesnake until his dad asked him what was wrong with him and slapped him across the face. The truck skidded to a stop just before it hit the front door of the trailer. Big Jim grabbed JR by the neck and they both burst through the front door into the dilapidated trailer. JR’s mom was sitting on the couch watching TV when Big Jim went up to her and put the gun to her head. “I need to talk to you now”! he said. She pushed the gun away and charged at Big Jim. Big Jim stepped out of her way and she fell violently on to the yellowed linoleum of the kitchen floor. She was trying to crawl to the front door when Big Jim started kicking her in the ribs. The sounds of Big Jim laughing and JRs mom screaming hysterically filled the trailer. She pleaded with him to let her go when Big Jim knelt down, put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. The sound in the trailer was deafening. JR ’s momma’s head had been vaporized. Big Jim was still laughing like a wild man when he turned around to see where JR was. He looked around the trailer and spotted JR kneeling in the corner of the trailer pointing the shotgun straight at him. Big Jim went to stand up just as JR pulled the trigger and sent his daddy straight back to hell.