When Sheppard saw Blackwell and the gun in his hand, the boy's face
turned white. He swallowed with difficulty and began to tremble. "Where
are you heading, kid?" Blackwell asked. "Nowhere in particular. I'm just
running...running away from you." "Are you going to tell me the truth,
kid?" "I don't dare...he'd kill me if I did!" "An' I'll kill you if you
don't," Blackwell threatened. "All right, you probably won't believe me
but the man behind the murders is..." At this instant, Sheppard's eyes
looked past Blackwell and what the boy saw threw him into a frenzied
horror. The slug slammed young Sheppard backward. He hit the ground with
a thud. Blackwell turned and the world seemed to rock around him. At the
end of the junipers, smoking gun pointed menacingly at his stomach,
stood the killer...