She didn't even have to think about it. I was going as fast as I could, faster than was safe. Hold her down! Weight on my arms and legs, hands holding me down. But I'd been working on my reaction to him.
I pulled out my executioner's license and my gun carry permit. It was one of the worst things I'd come across, and that was saying a lot. You're the boss, he said, but I didn't like the way his eyes looked. I raised my hand in the Boy Scout's salute.
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