Death Of A Politician

Blood streamed from the hole in his shoulder, down his arm, to his pinky then dripped onto the fresh white snow.
“That bastard shot me.”
He shuffled to the opposite corner entrance of the granite walled courtyard, swung about, and returned fire. His bullet hit the mark, killing the governor.

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