Ol’ Blind Joe

Devilish dealings

Stirling Hamilton

I WON the last game of pool against Death, and he said “let’s split this place”, and we rode off into the sunset and spent the night sleeping next to a fire in Death Valley with Mount Diablo in the distance.

In the morning we headed further west to the coast and dismounted outside a mansion on the Malibu beachfront.

Death didn’t even bother knocking, saying that the old man would be out the back next to the pool.

We sat down next to a bloke with the longest beard I’ve ever seen, and Death said to me “this is Satan”.

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