Ennis hears her, or may he don't, but either way he nods, and his hands reach down to pick up the gun. They shake -- seems they don't do nothin' but, lately -- and he has to support his right hand with his left, like he's holdin' a rifle or somethin' instead of just a semiautomatic.
But then the shaking's stopped, just for a moment, and there's the ting of metal against metal and that can ain't on the fence no more.
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Date: 2006-10-03 09:29 pm (UTC)But then the shaking's stopped, just for a moment, and there's the ting of metal against metal and that can ain't on the fence no more.