Then his whole body seemed to vibrate with the swing of his arm.
Duane shot him.

He fell forward, his gun exploding as it hit into the floor, and dropped loose from stretching fingers.

Duane stood over him, stooped to turn him on his back.

Bland looked up with clouded gaze, then gasped his last.
"Duane, you've killed him!" cried Kate Bland, huskily.

"I knew you'd have to!" She staggered against the wall, her eyes dilating, her strong hands clenching, her face slowly whitening.