He could remember the gun in his hand, the man in front of him, the shock of the explosion, and then the blood.
But could he trust her?.
And he wanted her.
She said she loved him.
And he had found her one night with one of them in her room.
She had been there, once, when the killers caught him, and beat him half to death.
But what he couldn\'t figure was the woman.
He could remember the flight though the woods, and the satchel with the money, and now the gang of killers, closing in.
He could remember the gun in his hand, the man in front of him, the shock of the explosion, and then the blood