"I figure that belongs to old man Sams. You know anybody else that uses a McCulloch chainsaw?"
The deputy shook his head and said, "Nobody I can think of right off hand."
Sams was a crotchety old bastard that lived way back in the holler. He ran anybody out that happened to come on his property - usually with a chainsaw
This old saw was probably his.
There was some kind of black, tarry fluid all over the thing. It wasn't oil. It was more viscous than that.
Then there was the fact that Sams' right hand was still on the grip holding the throttle wide open.
Weekend freewrite with several prompts to choose from.
