The bolt she had put on looked like something halfway up a high cliff, but he clawed his way up to it, shot it, and then collapsed in a shuddery huddle at the doors foot.
also to check out the paperbacks at Wilsons Drug Center - that had been the Wednesday that was almost two weeks ago now, and the new paperbacks always came in on Tuesday. Had he known, before this had he really known how badly she had cowed him, or how much of his essential self - the liver and lights of his spirit - she had scraped away?