Watch

No-tell motel. The afternoon light slanting warm and red. My men sleep off the all night drive and the morning's fight.

Face and Murdock are back to back on the sagging bed. BA got the short straw and the cot. It creaks when he moves.

My eyelids droop as I watch, pistol in hand. Getting too old for all-nighters. Thoughts of age are heavy on my tired mind. How much longer can I do this? How long before I'm a liability?

But I move like I'm a kid again when the door is kicked open and the grenade rolls in.

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