She smiled again and raised the gun a little higher. “Outside, please. We might as well keep it clean. I don’t want any shots heard — not just yet.”
She stepped back through the door as we came toward her.
Tuck’s words: There are still some of us left.
Yes, there were.
We stood in the fierce forefoot of Ingrid, with our clothes snapping around our legs, our faces stung by sand that was ripping by. I held Sharon as tightly as I could and kept walking. Lois was still backing up, almost ready to pull the trigger. We walked forward and kept on walking, the three of us that were left — two in the front and one behind and all the while the crazy scream of the wind was the only sound we could hear.
The gun came up, leveled on the last step Lois took, but in our faces she read that we had won after all. There were still some of us left like Tuck had said, two in front and one behind her.
She started to scream as she backed into the great churning blades of the prop on the Mustang and dissolved into a red, misty froth that was carried away in the gale.
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“I’ll Die Tomorrow.” Copyright © 1960 by Mickey Spillane.
“The Veiled Woman.” Copyright © 1952 by Mickey Spillane.
“The Affair with the Dragon Lady.” Copyright © 1962 by Mickey Spillane.
“The Dread Chinatown Man.” Copyright © 1975 by Mickey Spillane.
“Toys for the Man-Child.” Copyright © 1975 by Mickey Spillane.
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