Editing Truth Is A Double-Edged Sword
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"Go armed," he said, cradling his rifle, and rolled over to face the door.<br> | "Go armed," he said, cradling his rifle, and rolled over to face the door.<br> | ||
How many nights had he slept like that? I wondered, feeling his eyes on me as I quickly pulled on my usual suspects. Tee and vest, shoulder rig and coveralls. I checked the chamber of my pistol and my conscience stabbed over the Tokarev's loss. If Mike had noticed, he’d made no mention of it and I added it to the list of topics we needed to discuss. But first, some air. I holstered my gun and pulled open the door and stepped out into the cold summer night, the stars blazing blue-white overhead.<br> | How many nights had he slept like that? I wondered, feeling his eyes on me as I quickly pulled on my usual suspects. Tee and vest, shoulder rig and coveralls. I checked the chamber of my pistol and my conscience stabbed over the Tokarev's loss. If Mike had noticed, he’d made no mention of it and I added it to the list of topics we needed to discuss. But first, some air. I holstered my gun and pulled open the door and stepped out into the cold summer night, the stars blazing blue-white overhead.<br> | ||
− | I closed the door and put my back to it, crossed my arms and planted a foot on its hewn surface...and tried not to let the conflict in my head get the better of me. Mike had issued | + | I closed the door and put my back to it, crossed my arms and planted a foot on its hewn surface...and tried not to let the conflict in my head get the better of me. Mike had issued yet another challenge and I had to answer it: Stay with the ''Gift'' and lose him, or leave the ''Gift'' and stay. I looked at the stars and recalled another night on Salisbury when I'd suffered the same choice—torn between two opposing forces--and asked: <br> |
''God, what am I going to do?'' | ''God, what am I going to do?'' | ||