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kill a gringo cop we could be in big trouble. All we gotta do is get back across the border. Metamoras is big, man. No gringo's gonna go in there looking for us." |
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Bartholomew's fevered mind had started flashing up one useless set of signals after another. He could bolt sideways, roll over, draw the Colt and start firingbut by the time all that transpired, the snub-nose would have been unloaded in him point-blank. He thought about swinging his elbow up and back, catching the little creep in the crotch, bringing him down like a sack of potatoes. But what if he missed? They both had guns. He could . . . |
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He never got the chance to develop another alternative. Suddenly his world exploded. He could feel himself sinking; no, he was plunging head first down a long, dark shaft. It was the darkest world he had ever seen. Kaleidoscopic images mixed with whirling sounds. And finally, time stopped. |
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