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  1. Cover
  2. Books by Stuart Woods
  3. Dedication
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  64. Author’s Note
  65. About the Author

Billy crouched and laid his rifle across the hitching rail. The principal actors began speaking their lines, and Billy panned right with his rifle and took a bead on Boris Tirov’s left arm at the shoulder. Brad, whoever that was, drew his pistol and fired, and everybody else began firing, too. Billy squeezed off a round and saw Tirov spin in his chair and fall to the board sidewalk while a windowpane shattered behind him.

“Cut!” the AD screamed, and the firing came to a halt. “Hold your positions, take five for a lighting change!”

Billy crossed the boardwalk, entered the general store, walked through it and out the back door, past a privy, then he turned toward the parking lot and began walking, not too fast.

“Where you going?” somebody yelled from behind him.

Billy turned and saw the woman with the clipboard. “I’m not in this one,” he called back. “I want to get something from my car.” She nodded and he continued. He tossed the rifle onto the backseat, got in, started the car, and drove slowly out of the lot and onto the road.

When he got back to Tesuque, he sat outside the house for a minute, then found the call sheet with the hotel assignments and cell phones of the cast and crew. He called Boris Tirov’s cell number. He had expected to get voice mail, but Tirov answered. “Yeah?”

“Listen to me,” Billy said.

“Hang on,” Tirov replied, then spoke to somebody else. “Yes, it hurts, but it’s not bad. Just put some goddamned antibiotic cream on it, bandage it, and tell them to find out who’s using live ammo!” Then he turned back to the phone. “Yeah?”

“Boris,” Billy said softly, “I warned you, and you ignored my warning. Now you’ll have to face the consequences.”

Billy broke the connection, then went to his room and changed clothes.

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The director of the Western assembled his cast and crew in the saloon standing set, the principals in the chairs and the extras standing at the back, and an enlarged photograph of the street scene, taken from the balcony of the hotel, was stapled to a wall. The AD used his megaphone. “All right, everybody, listen up!” The crowd got quiet.