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of the road, which was much too far away.

The man was coming up fast and had a gun in one hand.

Anything was better than waiting for it. My feet dug into the ground and

I bolted for the trees like a frightened rabbit. He spotted me, changed

course, and yelled for me to stop. After hitting me with the car, he

couldn't have really expected me to do him any convenient favors.

In an open space a gunshot doesn't sound like a gunshot, not like the

ones you hear at the movies. All I heard was a flat, unimpressive crack,

then the impact sent me sprawling.

It'd been a lucky hit; we were at a slight angle to one another and the

narrow part of my body was toward him. The bullet entered my lower right

back, just above the pelvic bone, traced through my vitals and out the

front, just above the belt buckle. I doubled up and instinctively tried

to hold things in, but there was nothing. The sharp, hot pain was
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already vanishing and my hands came away clean from what should have

been a bloody mess.

My would-be killer trotted up, turned me over, and stopped short as I

stared accusingly at his stupefied face. He was puffing hard and looked

ready to say something but gulped it back. He quickly leveled the gun

with my eyes. The business end looked as big as an open manhole. His

finger was ready on the trigger; orders were being sent from his brain

to the tiny muscles, telling them to contract. Before they could respond

I grabbed the gun and twisted it out of his hand. His finger was caught