“The first bullet had sliced through his side, grazing neat as a pin between two of his ribs. The second burrowed into his left shoulder. He'd heard bone crack and pain radiated everywhere. Up his neck, across his back and chest, down his arm which hung limp. He couldn't feel it. If he hadn't been able see his arm, he wouldn't know it was still there.You have to get up, Hannigan. He was still breathing. As long as he lived, no one would charge down this road after Lila. His senses told h...im someone was untying some horses, a few men remained probably hunkered down behind a rock or a log making sure they were safe before venturing out. He'd lived and worked with criminals enough to know they put themselves first and wouldn't risk an unnecessary bullet wound unless they had to.That gave him a few seconds to gather his strength and figure out a way to get off the ground. He clenched his jaw and heaved upward.His body stayed flat in the mud. Wet and cold seeped through his shirt and trousers.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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