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Soround onit to get easier when people died, but it never seeled in the s I couldn’t bury hi I could think to do to honor his

Carefully, and sos off hioo, so I wiped them off on his clothes When I’d finished, I held theotten it all

"You know, if you take the dog tags fro to end up iht of theht behind me

"I know But I think I needed to take these" I turned to face hi out to s in it "Thank you"

"I figured you had a roughbut happy "Did you know him well?"

"Not well," I admitted "But I knew him"

Boden stood over me, dressed in a black T-shirt and camo pants His clothes were stained, worn, and full of holes Everything earing out and running out

So occurred to me, and I moved toward Tatum’s body His service revolver was still on his hip I ondering why he hadn’t used it, but when I reached for it, I understood It had gotten caught on the worn leather He hadn’t been able to get it fast enough

It was a bit of a struggle, but I got it free Then I proceeded to feel around his pockets and belt, looking for a for more bullets, you won’t find any," Boden said

"Why not?" I asked

"Because there isn’t anybecause the sun was shining behind him "You mean like there isn’t any more on hiuns and ammo stored up," Boden said "Eventually they had to run out"

"There’s no more in the whole world?" I asked, dubiously