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He
put
a
shot
into
each
of
the
crosspieces
,
blowing
the
roods
to
splinters
,
and
four
more
into
the
woman
’
s
head
.
She
seemed
to
accordian
into
herself
and
waver
like
a
shimmer
of
heat
.
They
all
stared
at
her
for
a
moment
in
tableau
,
while
the
gunslinger
’
s
fingers
did
their
reloading
trick
.
The
tips
of
his
fingers
sizzled
and
burned
.
Neat
circles
were
branded
into
the
tips
of
each
one
.
There
were
less
of
them
,
now
;
he
had
run
through
them
like
a
mower
’
s
scythe
.
He
thought
they
would
break
with
the
woman
dead
,
but
someone
threw
a
knife
.
The
hilt
struck
him
squarely
between
the
eyes
and
knocked
him
over
.
They
ran
at
him
in
a
reaching
,
vicious
clot
.
He
fired
his
guns
empty
again
,
lying
in
his
own
spent
shells
.
His
head
hurt
and
he
saw
large
brown
circles
in
front
of
his
’
eyes
.
He
missed
one
shot
,
downed
eleven
.
But
they
were
on
him
,
the
ones
that
were
left
He
fired
the
four
shells
he
had
reloaded
,
and
then
they
were
beating
him
,
stabbing
him
.
He
threw
a
pair
of
them
off
his
left
arm
and
rolled
away
.
His
hands
began
doing
their
infallible
trick
.
He
was
stabbed
in
the
shoulder
.
He
was
stabbed
in
the
back
.
He
was
hit
across
the
ribs
.
He
was
stabbed
in
the
ass
.
A
small
boy
squirmed
at
him
and
made
the
only
deep
cut
,
across
the
bulge
of
his
calf
.
The
gunslinger
blew
his
head
off
.
They
were
scattering
and
he
let
them
have
it
again
.
The
ones
left
began
to
retreat
toward
the
sand
-
colored
,
pitted
buildings
,
and
still
the
hands
did
their
trick
,
like
over
-
eager
dogs
that
want
to
do
their
rolling
-
over
trick
for
you
not
once
or
twice
but
all
night
,
and
the
hands
were
cutting
them
down
as
they
ran
.
The
last
one
made
it
as
far
as
the
steps
of
the
barber
shop
’
s
back
porch
,
and
then
the
gunslinger
’
s
bullet
took
him
in
the
back
of
the
head
.
Silence
came
back
in
,
filling
jagged
spaces
.
The
gunslinger
was
bleeding
from
perhaps
twenty
different
wounds
,
all
of
them
shallow
except
for
the
cut
across
his
calf
.
He
bound
it
with
a
strip
of
shirt
and
then
straightened
and
examined
his
kill
.
They
trailed
in
a
twisted
,
zigzagging
path
from
the
back
door
of
the
barber
shop
to
where
he
stood
.
They
lay
in
all
positions
.
None
of
them
seemed
to
be
sleeping
.
