felt a sharp pain in both his left and right wrists. He looked down at them. Pieces of unfinished wood jutted from both. Rough wooden needles from D.
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Screaming like a wild animal all the while, Gully raised both hands. Twisting around in the saddle, he tumbled right off his horse. And hitting the ground, he rolled from side to side.
A black lust for killing prickled through the bodies of the marksmen and they raised their barrels.
âStop it!â Old Jal shouted.
His words were effaced by the crack of a gun.
A fiery pain shot through Miaâs earlobe, and there was a metallic ching!
The shriek of agony came simultaneously with one of the marksmen toppling backward on his mount. A red stain seeped through his left hand when he pressed it to the opposite shoulder, and his rifle fell to the ground trailing purplish smoke.
Whatâd happened? Overcome now by shock and awe, the remaining marksmen froze in place, horses and all. A sword glittered in Dâs right hand, and he held it level right in front of his chest. Actually, they knew the answer. They simply didnât want to believe it.
How could he possibly deflect that deadly bullet and send it right back at the shooter? Before they could even question the rationality of it, the menâs blood froze in the face of undeniable facts. Attacking him again would be impossible now.
Perhaps gleaning this, the gorgeous Hunter returned his sword to its sheath and quietly turned his back to them. Before long, the hoofbeats of his white steed were heard, but not one of the men made a move to stop him.
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Though D heard the sound of hoofbeats behind him, he didnât turn to look. He was on the highway that ran west out of the village. The sounds quickly pulled up alongside him.
âYouâre a meanie, not even turning around,â Mia said as she worked the reins.
D advanced without replying to her. Mia understood that he probably had no further use for the village or her. But if that was the case, what was he after?
âUm, thereâs something Iâd like you to do for me,â Mia said, leaning her body out in Dâs direction. âI want you to go back to the village with me. Please.â
There was no reply.
After advancing a bit, she said, âThe least you could do is answer me.â
âNot gonna happen,â a hoarse voice said.
Her eyes flew from D to his left hand.
âI realize youâre not interested in anything but yourself. But hear me out anyway. A major crisis is about to strike this village, just as I told the others. If nothing is done to avert it, itâll be the start of a disaster that will change the whole world as we know it. I came here because my mother told me about it. I might not be able to change things, but I still canât just sit back and do nothing. D, if anyone could do something, itâs you. You could alter our destiny. That much I know. Thatâs why Iâm begging you. Please, stay here in the village.â
âWhy does it matter so much to you?â
Miaâs eyes went round. The question had come in Dâs voice. She didnât notice that he had his left hand balled into a tight fist.
âThey ran you out of town, too. You even got taken hostage. It shouldnât matter at all to you what happens to their village.â
âThe same thought occurred to me. But I canât let this happen. IâIâm a fortunetellerâs daughter. Iâm responsible for the futures Iâve seen.â
âYou neednât be.â
âIâm sure thatâs what you think. But Iââ
âThe people in the village would tell you they donât need your concern, right?â
âYes, I know that,â Mia said, nodding her head after worrying her lip.
âWell, it seems they wonât let it rest at that.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âBehind us.â
Mia twisted around. Back down the road, the shadowy form of
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