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(Continued from previous page) They sat near a stone hearth. One man held a rifle. He pulled the bolt back, and it made two clicks. He pushed the bolt forward, and again it clicked twice. He pulled the trigger. It clicked once. Lea sat up and looked down toward the hearth. The little man looked at her with sad eyes. His mustache twitched in time with the bayonet that he waved in his left hand. He stood up and walked toward her. His ragged shirt had no sleeves, and his pants were cut off at |
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The little man smiled at the big man and waved the knife at Lea. |
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Stories Copyright 1999 by Steve Gastineau Update 11/7/99 |