Celwriter: srry its so short, but I had to stop where there is a nice cliffy. Yes, my parents would kill me if they knew that I was writing, my mom never supports me. And yes, I am going to write a fiction press about mort's new story.
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Chapter 5

"I thought you said that you would turn yourself in if I fixed the story!" Mort yelled.

"Now don't ya go a lyin' mister Rainey," John Shooter replied, his words laying on each other such as was the accent of many Missourians, "I'd said I turn meself in if ya showed me tha story, mister Rainey, and that I'd go a leavin' if ya fixed tha endin'"

"Well, then why are you here since I fixed the ending," Mort asked.

"I've coma to talka to yah about yaur daughter, mister Rainey," John began.

"You may have murdered four people including my wife, but you won't lay a hand on my daughter!" Mort shouted.

"Yah don understand, Mister Rainey, Cel," John began again, "She.."

"Cel is the only one I have left, Shooter, and though I've only known her for a short time, I already know I love her," Mort yelled, his temper rising. He stepped towards John threateningly.

"Thatsa what I come to talka to yah about, yah see..."

"If you lay a hand on my daughter, I'll kill you myself!" Mort shouted, "Now get out of my house!"

"Fine, mister Rainey, I'll coma back when ya've cooled down enough to have a nice li'l chat, John said as he left. He had just come to warn Mort, but Mort wouldn't listen. This girl was taking away John's influence: he couldn't allow that, now could he?