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And there he was.
Gerald crouched behind a fallen tree.
One hand pressed against his bleeding leg.
The other gripping his gun.
His face was pale.
Sweat covered his forehead.
But his eyes?
Still wild.
Still wrong.
He saw me.
His gun came up.
“Don’t move!”
Every deputy raised their weapons.
Wolf shifted to my left.
Trigger appeared through the brush on my right.
Gerald’s eyes darted between us.
Panicked.
Trapped.
“You don’t understand,” he said.
His voice shook.
“She needs me.”
“No,” I said.
My voice stayed calm.
Low.
“Sheneeds you gone.”
His face twisted.
“She was mine first.”
“She was never yours.”
The words hit him.
I saw it.
