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Lights flashed in a bright glare There was danger in the the weakness that swaht

He felt dirt beneath his hand and dug his fingers into it His strength sapped, he lay there ato orient hi to kill hiically He reached up and felt the etness on his face That’s when he knew he had been shot Briefly his fingers touched the deep crease the bullet had ripped along the side of his head Pain instantly washed over him in black waves

Aware that he could lose consciousness at any second, either from the head wound or the blood loss, he suth and threw hi his vision, heIt looked to be a corral of so any kind of barrier, no matter how flimsy, between himself and his killer

There was a whisper of h him, but he couldn’t seem to make his muscles react He was too damned weak He knew it even as he listed sideways and saw the low-crouching man in a cowboy hat with a pistol in his hand

Instead of shooting, the cowboy grabbed for hiet outa here, old ency “He’s up on the catorking himself into a better position”

He latched onto the cowboy’s ar to wrap itself around that phrase “oldheavily on his rescuer, he stus

After an eternity of seconds, the cowboy pushed hiainst the seat back and closed his eyes, unable to suth Di behind the wheel and the engine starting up It was followed by the vibrations of movement

Through slitted eyes, he glanced in the sidefollowed They were out of danger now Unbidden ca that it was only teain

Who had it been? And why? He searched for the answers and failed to come up with any

Thinking required too th, he glanced out theat the unfas that flanked the street

“Where are we?” His voice had a throaty rasp to it