The countdown started when she lifted her head. Three renegades working for the underground law. What's worst is the crime was justified. Passion is a pussy and she had left it behind long ago. But the word righteous could be found in block letters written in faded ink below her left breast. And it was there the first bullet caught. In a moment flesh was torn, a rib was snapped, and a heart burst. No more postcards from the desert. A crow flew from the ash.
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