A lone tear oozed out and slowly roll down her wrinkled cheek, momentarily hanging from a cliff on parched lips.
Jeremy’s head lay on her soiled apron. The desert heat burned his skin and turned the dried blood black around the hole in his chest. “He shouldn’t have taken the horse or drawn his gun.”
In a spasm, he sucked in a breath then slowly wheezed it out.
The tear dropped and sizzled when it landed on his sunburned chest.
A slight breeze stirred the desert sand, and silence had the last word.
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Gordon M. Labuhn served as Executive Director of non-profit associations for twenty-one years, and Chief Executive Officer of for-profit organizations for five years, and three years in state government services. He has written twelve theatre vignettes, produced a nationally promoted movie, authored two novels, one memoir, and one business book on planning effective meetings. He has been a first and second place winner of national writing competition.