Knee-deep in Death

Murder drove through our town - at hell's own pace. She was marble-still and bare in the moonlight and I thrashed wildly up the path toward her. I knelt beside her and thanked God there was only a little blood. She opened her eyes and screamed and tried to hit me, but I pinioned her flailing body and said, ‘It's me - Gabe. Lucy, I'm Gabe!’ She said, ‘Gabe,’ like a long-drawn sigh, and threw her arms around my neck and burst into racking sobs. I knelt there and held her and it seemed to me that the night got colder. That was the way it was in our town. Without warning, terror had invaded our lives—and now we were living under an umbrella of violence.

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