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By Jack Joseph Smith
the murmurs in the Earth with the long slightly audible tones of Black-
mans song.
The dust was padded in places, while the spots of
moss:attempted to spread.
Shotgun man came ther over the grove in a fit of
foam and tongue. Thickly through his frenzy he was
speaking. "Blackman is in grave danger. He has gone
over the line." Shotgun's body cranked his vertebrae
ridged, and to tremmered lips he took a cigarette
crumpled from the squeeze in his jeans; lit it up,
and then put it out on the veins of his left hand...
The nervious system stood clearly out on Prankster's
temples.
"Ah," said shotgun, "now I feel better."
A single gun shot rang out over the hills.
They had been too close for Blackman not to turn
directly on the V force, and begin a walk down from
stride toward the armed. A short stepping approach,
with the empty shotgun at his shoulder his vision as a camera
aimed at the first body of the V.
"Positions, positions," he had whispered out to his
foe in a tempered like singing lisp hiss. "Positions, positions,
positions."
There had been silence...
So he had lifted his two legs high twice laughing.
"'A' ah, two giant steps above the law!"