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| Amanda Gray "Outside Pecos" |
Last
Cigarette
I
could feel the chipping stucco on my back, still hot from the
pounding desert sun. So this was how it was all going to end, I
thought. At least I was going out with a bang. Or six bangs, really.
I
was warned that this was the likely outcome when I started doing
business with Pancho. Too late for regrets now, I supposed. The
crunch of soldier started moving away from me.
“Don't
I get a last request,” I queried.
“Like
what,” the leader asked, his accent worsening the sick thrill in
his voice.
“Cigarette,”
I replied.
The
leader hastily shoved the cigarette in my mouth, lighting it. I took
a long, glorious drag, savoring the spicy tobacco taste.
