As I crawled away from the window, the thunder of gunshots reverberated around the single thought in my head: why'd she want me dead?
Clicks of empty barrels and commotion followed me, my name screamed over and over again. Beneath the screams, Mickey O'Donohue's voice, like an indistinct bass rumble.
And then - Oh, thank you God! He's alive! - Sheriff Cole's strong, reassuring voice, shouting above the screams:
"Good boy, well done Clint, get me some rope!"
If Clint can get rope - never mind, I can't think straight anymore, he's alive and I've got to get inside and see he's okay.