It was Zeke's eyes that disturbed Clint the most. Bloodied, red and sunken, they looked at Clint imploringly, as if Clint knew every answer and could solve everything.
"No!" Clint heard himself shout angrily. It sounded callous and unfeeling, borne from his own inability to cope with anything more than this situation. How could he help Zeke when he didn't know how to help Anna and couldn't even help himself?
Without warning Zeke staggered up and fled out of the house.
Perplexed, and because there was nothing else he could think of doing, Clint opened Zeke's rifle.
It was loaded.