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Lady Jingling Drifter
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"Thanks for the help," Lucas says.
His back is to me, as he piles dirt down over top of the corpse. I step back, holding my shovel tightly, and I think, I could kill him right now. I could smash him over the head with my shovel, or take out my knife and slit his throat. I mean, there's already a grave here. Hiding the body wouldn't be much of an issue.
But he's had the chance to kill me this whole time, and he hasn't taken it. He wants to be my friend. And sure, I've already got a lot of friends back home, who I like more than anyone out here. But if Lucas is really serious about being my ally in this game, it would be pretty stupid to say no. It would be even more stupid if I tried to kill him and he got away. If I'm going to kill him now, it has to be with one blow, and I can't hesitate. If I take any longer than I need to, or I only manage to injure him, he'll know what's up.
My hands are shaking on the shovel's handle. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm a little scared of Lucas. I don't understand why he didn't kill Oakley when he had the chance, why he only took her eye out when he caught her off guard. It's like he didn't want to kill her yet. He's playing some kind of long game, and I don't like it.
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