Friday, September 30, 2011

Book of the Blind - Part XLIII

Gibson’s finger tightened around the trigger. The hammer cocked, painfully slow.

That was when the ganger lost his nerve and ran, dropping the pistol in his haste.

Gibson waited until the kid was out of sight, then sagged, looking every inch an old man.

“God damn,” he said. “God damn.”

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