 An excerpt. (Tiny, but fierce.)She became aware that she was still holding the derringer. It was designed for close work, but she had hit her target from twenty-five feet. Well, once. And it had been a calm day, too, and the target stationary. She didn’t know that she could do it again. When she had to shoot she made sure she was a lot closer than that. So had John Wilkes Booth.    |
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