Темная башня: Стрелок
Chapter 17
ItwasAllie,andofcourseithadtobeAllie,comingathimwithherfacedistorted,thescarahellishpurpleintheloweringlightHesawthatshewasheldhostage;thedistorted,grimacingfaceofShebpeeredoverhershoulderlikeawitch’sfamiliar.Shewashisshieldandsacrifice.Hesawitall,clearandshadowlessinthefrozendeathlesslightofthesterilecalm,andheardher:
"He’sgotme0Jesusdon’tshootdon’tdon’tdon’t-"
Butthehandsweretrained.HewasthelastofhisbreedanditwasnotonlyhismouththatknewtheHighSpeech.Thegunsbeattheirheavy,atonalmusicintotheair.Hermouthflappedandshesaggedandthegunsfiredagain.Sheb’sheadsnappedback.Theybothfellintothedust.
Sticksflewthroughtheair,rainedonhim.Hestaggered,fendedthemoff.Onewithanailpoundedraggedlythroughitrippedathisarmanddrewblood.Amanwithabeardstubbleandsweat-stainedarmpitslungedflyingathimwithadullkitchenknifeheldinonepaw.Thegunslingershothimdeadandthemanthumpedintothestreet.Histeethclickedaudiblyashischinstruck.
"SATAN!"Somewasscreaming:"THEACCURSED!BRINGHIMDOWN!"
"THEINTERLOPER!"Anothervoicecried.Sticksrainedonhim.Aknifestruckhisbootandbounced."THE
INTERLOPER!THEANTICHRIST!"
Heblastedhiswaythroughthemiddleofthem,runningasthebodiesfell,hishandspickingthetargetswithdreadfulaccuracy.Twomenandawomanwentdown,andheranthroughtheholetheyleft.
