“Fuck you!” Trigger yelled down at his ex-lover, popping off the Colt and submerging a bullet in Fargo’s right shoulder, blasting flesh off and splattering the man’s blood everywhere. “Fuck you!” he called out again, tucked the warm-barreled Colt at the nape of his spine, and walked away from the gang who had helped him accomplish his dirty deeds, the saddlery, and Chess Street, vanishing into the night.
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