i moped my brow with the back of my hand. i hate getting sweat in my eyes. i tasted the sweat. it had no taste. not the raw, stank of work sweat. just the sticky wet of please-God-cool-me-down sweat.
i blocked the sun out with my left hand. my right hand stayed on target.
"you know i could kill you with one twitch of my finger?"
"kill me and you'll never find him."
"oh, i'll find him. God as my witness, Reltan will not win this."
he winced, waiting for the surprise that would end him. i did not end him.
i think the butt of the gun to the back of the head was enough of a surprise.
i mounted my horse and rode east into the rising sun.
it was going to be hot day.
i haven't had a normal dream in weeks.
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