Blogathon 2006: Chapter 40.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 0 comments link this post
Both men faced each other in the dirty street. The thunder in the background was like a walking drum, directing them on towards some kind of end.
Dove never took his eyes from Solitaire's face, his hand slowly pushing his duster behind his holsters, readying his right hand in a natural gesture. Solitaire's hand hovered over his holster, twitching.
Sweat pooled across Dove's brow. The approaching storm hadn't done away with the heat yet. Soon the heat, or one of them, would be gone.
A slamming door startled both men. Max Brand had walked out of his newspaper office and into the midst of his own story. Solitaire jerked his hand towards his hip and dropped Brand as easily as a paper floating to the floor of the press room. He then turned back towards Dove and got off a shot at the same moment Dove fired.
Brand lay on the board walkway, unmoving, while Solitaire slumped to the dirt.
Dove felt a sting in his arm, but nothing more.
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Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 7/30/2006 04:56:00 AM
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