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But
the
hands
were
trained
.
He
was
the
last
of
his
breed
and
it
was
not
only
his
mouth
that
knew
the
High
Speech
.
The
guns
beat
their
heavy
,
atonal
music
into
the
air
.
Her
mouth
flapped
and
she
sagged
and
the
guns
fired
again
.
Sheb
’
s
head
snapped
back
.
They
both
fell
into
the
dust
.
Sticks
flew
through
the
air
,
rained
on
him
.
He
staggered
,
fended
them
off
.
One
with
a
nail
pounded
raggedly
through
it
ripped
at
his
arm
and
drew
blood
.
A
man
with
a
beard
stubble
and
sweat
-
stained
armpits
lunged
flying
at
him
with
a
dull
kitchen
knife
held
in
one
paw
.
The
gunslinger
shot
him
dead
and
the
man
thumped
into
the
street
.
His
teeth
clicked
audibly
as
his
chin
struck
.
"
SATAN
!
"
Some
was
screaming
:
"
THE
ACCURSED
!
BRING
HIM
DOWN
!
"
"
THE
INTERLOPER
!
"
Another
voice
cried
.
Sticks
rained
on
him
.
A
knife
struck
his
boot
and
bounced
.
"
THE
INTERLOPER
!
THE
ANTICHRIST
!
"
He
blasted
his
way
through
the
middle
of
them
,
running
as
the
bodies
fell
,
his
hands
picking
the
targets
with
dreadful
accuracy
.
Two
men
and
a
woman
went
down
,
and
he
ran
through
the
hole
they
left
.
He
led
them
a
feverish
parade
across
the
street
and
toward
the
rickety
general
store
/
barber
shop
that
faced
Sheb
’
s
.
He
mounted
the
boardwalk
,
turned
again
,
and
fired
the
rest
of
his
loads
into
the
charging
crowd
.
Behind
them
,
Sheb
and
Allie
and
the
others
lay
crucified
in
the
dust
.
They
never
hesitated
or
faltered
,
although
every
shot
he
fired
found
a
vital
spot
and
although
they
had
probably
never
seen
a
gun
except
for
pictures
in
old
magazines
.
He
retreated
,
moving
his
body
like
a
dancer
to
avoid
the
flying
missiles
.
He
reloaded
as
he
went
,
with
a
rapidity
that
had
also
been
trained
into
his
fingers
.
They
shuttled
busily
between
gunbelts
and
cylinders
.
The
mob
came
up
over
the
boardwalk
and
he
stepped
into
the
general
store
and
rammed
the
door
closed
.
The
large
display
window
to
the
right
shattered
inward
and
three
men
crowded
through
.
Their
faces
were
zealously
blank
,
their
eyes
filled
with
bland
fire
.
He
shot
them
all
,
and
the
two
that
followed
them
.
They
fell
in
the
window
,
hung
on
the
jutting
shards
of
glass
,
choking
the
opening
.
The
door
crashed
and
shuddered
with
their
weight
and
he
could
hear
her
voice
:
"
THE
KILLER
!
YOUR
SOULS
!
THE
CLOVEN
HOOF
!
"
