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. . . . The bullet hung in the air, aimed at my head. I couldn't move, though I could clearly see everything in my field of vision, including Sheriff Creston's enraged face and the hatred in his eyes. He wasn't moving, either. I couldn't even breathe, but apparently I didn't need to.
I stared at death coming for me.
The bullet wobbled, came forward an inch --
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Published on August 01, 2013 21:34