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stiff-frozen blanket

Lana began pushing through Head Shoulders

A coyote lunged

She fired

She pushed the rest of the way out, scratched, skin ripped, oblivious to the pain On hands and knees on the hood She had to fureasy Gun in the other, stinking of cordite

She fired wildly Once, twice, three ti rock The coyotes broke and ran

She laid the pistol on the hood

She fuhter from her pocket

No

She struck the lighter

The flae

You will not

Lana brought the flame toward the rope’s end

Stop

Lana hesitated