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Moving west.

I circle behind the water-storage tank.

The man fires twice toward the equipment building.

Kane returns one shot.

The armed man ducks behind a truck.

I see him through the gap beneath the vehicle.

Black boots.

Dark pants.

Blood running down one leg.

I move closer.

The house cracks behind us as part of the porch roof collapses.

The man looks toward the fire.

Then runs.

He makes it five steps.

Arthur hits him from the side.

They go down hard.

The weapon skids across the dirt.

The man drives his elbow into Arthur’s face.

Arthur answers with a fist to the ribs.

Taylor reaches them.

The man pulls a knife.

“Knife!”

Arthur catches his wrist.

The blade stops inches from Taylor’s stomach.

I kick the man’s arm.

Bone cracks.

He screams.

Arthur rolls him onto his face and secures him.

“Clear,” Taylor calls.

Kane steps out from behind the equipment building.