Blood roars, incessant, in both ears, drowning out birdsong. Her heart races. Her rifle sits heavy in both hands. A killing machine. No, an aid to the killing machine. She flicks off its wing safety mechanism. Ca-click

You will not hesitate.

Will she go to prison for this? Spend the rest of her time here pacing around in a cell?

She could bury him. Will bury him.

Do not—

No one will know.

Hesitate—