Blogathon 2006: Chapter 38.
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He had to warn Lily. Solitaire was taking down everyone he'd had some sort of human contact with. Lily had to be next, though he couldn't figure out how it'd be done since Solitaire had a squeamish feeling about gunning down a woman. Evidently he'd reformed himself since Ruby Hills.
He needn't have worried.
Sergio's wife stood over Lily, airily waving an pistol with fancy engraving all along the handle.
"Sergio," she said with little emotion, "was never a good cook. But he did have a fine weapon, don't you think?"
"Why'd you do it?" Dove asked, his voice low and hard.
She tucked the gun into a hidden pocket in her red dress, her dark hair gleaming in a sun that dared to shine on such a day. "Selling out takes all people at some point. It's just a matter of price."
"How much?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"What was your price?"
"The promise of stage fare back to New York for me and my girls."
"And Lily?"
She shrugged. "Most people in the world are forgotten, anyway. She's no different." Then she turned and went into the hotel her husband had had the short-sightedness to build of wood and hope. His price had been high; his wife's had been practical.
No given' pain for pain, he thought, kneeling down beside the young woman who looked more like Garnet in death than she had in life. How is it I find resemblance only when the life is gone?
He understood why Sheriff Bowdrie preferred to stay inside his adobe building in a town as cold as this. There were snakes in the grass everywhere a man turned.
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Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 7/30/2006 04:00:00 AM
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