It’s not dead. Ok. Ok. Dad says: If the bird’s not dead, be ready with another shell if it decides to
take to the air. If I can get to it, put the bird on the ground, and smash it--smash it right on the neck--with
the butt of the gun. ~excerpt from short story
"When It Becomes His Gun,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2009
, Article 13.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2009/iss1/13