I was going to kill you first chance I got.

I coulda loved this little girl.

I--could----" He was down, bleeding and coughing and trying to talk.

Swan had shot him, and two of the deputies who had been there through half of Al's bitter talk.

Lorraine, unable to get up and run, too sturdy of soul to faint, had rolled over and away from him, her lips held tightly together, her eyes wide with horror.