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he was knocked sideways by the shot before he heard
it. A burn stung through his left arm as he waved yelling,
"Hey, no! Haig! Hold it!
No!" But Haig, his silent, piercing howl still
unended, fired again.
And then Henry, trained to kill rather than be killed,
raised his arm with Barnum's gun still in his hand, fired,
and the shape went away from the hole in the window,
and the howling stopped.
As soon as Henry shot, he dropped the gun and
crawled out through the window. But John "Hawk"
Haig lay, face pressed against his careful earth and
broken flowers, killed by a single trained bullet.
"Fuck it, just fuck it!" the young thin man mumbled,
shivering now in the wet T-shirt, as he bent to push his
fingers against Haig's throat, knowing he would find no
pulse.
Then she was running out the door, the towel
around her. He jumped over the steps and led her
back, his arms impersonal but shielding. Back in the
hall, he let go.
"You his wife?"