April 21, 1930


From the Gods’ Hollow journal of Duncan Blood.


April 21, 1930.

Who he was and why he shot at me, I will never know.

I must confess, however, that I do not care either.

The man opened fire at me from a concealed position, his rounds well-placed and close enough to crease the folds of my coat. It took me nearly an hour to work out where he was and then to out-flank him.

But I did it.

I had no sympathy when I found him. No pity for him either. I emptied the cylinders of each Colt into the man, and had I not needed the rounds for later, I would have reloaded and shot him again.

I have no love for sharpshooters.

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Nicholas Efstathiou

Husband, father, and writer.

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