Темная башня: Стрелок

           Heledthemafeverishparadeacrossthestreetandtowardthericketygeneralstore/barbershopthatfacedSheb’s.Hemountedtheboardwalk,turnedagain,andfiredtherestofhisloadsintothechargingcrowd.Behindthem,ShebandAllieandtheotherslaycrucifiedinthedust.

           Theyneverhesitatedorfaltered,althougheveryshothefiredfoundavitalspotandalthoughtheyhadprobablyneverseenagunexceptforpicturesinoldmagazines.

           Heretreated,movinghisbodylikeadancertoavoidtheflyingmissiles.Hereloadedashewent,witharapiditythathadalsobeentrainedintohisfingers.Theyshuttledbusilybetweengunbeltsandcylinders.Themobcameupovertheboardwalkandhesteppedintothegeneralstoreandrammedthedoorclosed.Thelargedisplaywindowtotherightshatteredinwardandthreemencrowdedthrough.Theirfaceswerezealouslyblank,theireyesfilledwithblandfire.Heshotthemall,andthetwothatfollowedthem.Theyfellinthewindow,hungonthejuttingshardsofglass,chokingtheopening.

           Thedoorcrashedandshudderedwiththeirweightandhecouldhearhervoice:"THEKILLER!YOURSOULS!THECLOVENHOOF!"

           Thedoorrippedoffitshingesandfellstraightin,makingaflathandclap.Dustpuffedupfromthefloor.Men,women,andchildrenchargedhim.Spittleandstove-woodflew.Heshothisgunsemptyandtheyfelllikenine-pins.Heretreated,shovingoveraflourbarrel,rollingitatthem,intothebarbershop,throwingapanofboilingwaterthatcontainedtwonickedstraight-razors.