[Set in
empty_gunshells sometime after 303.
huntersdaughter is used with permission and love.]
“You shot Sam.”
“Yes.”
There was a disbelieving pause as Jo stared at her like she had two heads. “You shot Sam. Big tall guy, wouldn’t hurt a fly-” Bela gave her a look at that, and there was a glare before Jo pointed a finger back at her. “He was possessed, and you know it.”“
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