"The low stone wall zigzagged through a field long forgotten by three generations of farmers. It offered protection only if she sat with her back to it, leaned on one elbow, and kept her head below its smooth, weather-worn surface. She heard the shots before she heard him. He came stumbling through the dry, knee-high grass and half jumped, half fell over the wall. The moon gave off enough light to show the shine of fresh blood on his black cotton shirt.
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