the gunman said. “You’re pretty stubborn yourself, to escape that airboat flipping over like that and come back for more,” Gabriel replied. The killer ground the gun barrel against Hoyt’s temple, making the swamp rat grimace in pain. “I’d’ve let go at him with my shotgun, Mr. Hunt, if I’d seen him in time,” Hoyt said, “but he snuck up on me.” A stunned Stephen Krakowski regained his voice and stammered, “Th-that’s him. One of the men who came here asking about General Fargo!” “I figured as much,” Gabriel said. He asked the gunman, “What do you want?” “Right now, just for you to leave us alone.” “Let Hoyt go and I give you my word—” Gabriel didn’t get a chance to finish what he was saying. The man pulled the gun barrel away from Hoyt’s head, pointed it at Gabriel, and said, “I don’t trust your word.” Gabriel flung himself aside as the gun roared. The glass in the display case behind him exploded as the bullet hit it. Krakowski yelled in fear and pain as slivers of glass stung him.
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