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I fell to the ground. What else was I going to do?

The hole in my shoulder pulsed, and I looked her in the eye.

“You don’t want to kill me.”

“No, I guess not, but you deserve it.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

The desert wind blew up, then. Just a freakin’ accident, and there was still Monty to think of.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“No.”