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"
Sam
,
"
she
said
after
a
minute
more
of
traveling
,
whispering
over
the
moon
-
colored
sea
of
sand
,
"
stop
the
ship
.
"
He
looked
at
her
and
his
face
was
pale
.
"
No
,
you
don
’
t
.
Not
after
all
this
time
,
you
’
re
not
pulling
out
on
me
.
"
She
looked
at
his
hand
on
his
gun
.
"
I
believe
you
would
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
actually
would
.
"
He
jerked
his
head
from
side
to
side
,
hand
tight
on
the
tiller
bar
.
"
Elma
,
this
is
crazy
.
We
’
ll
be
in
town
in
a
minute
,
we
’
ll
be
okay
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
his
wife
,
lying
back
cold
in
the
ship
.
"
Elma
,
listen
to
me
.
"
"
There
’
s
nothing
to
hear
,
Sam
.
"
"
Elma
!
"
They
were
passing
a
little
white
chess
city
,
and
in
his
frustration
,
in
his
rage
,
he
sent
six
bullets
crashing
among
the
crystal
towers
.
The
city
dissolved
in
a
shower
of
ancient
glass
and
splintered
quartz
.
It
fell
away
like
carved
soap
,
shattered
.
It
was
no
more
.
He
laughed
and
fired
again
,
and
one
last
tower
,
one
last
chess
piece
,
took
fire
,
ignited
,
and
in
blue
flinders
went
up
to
the
stars
.
