I got home and then everything happened like I was in a trance or a bad dream. “And why are you so sure that I won’t die if I’m shot with an ordinary bullet?”
Instead of responding, the sheriff drew his pistol and fired at me. “Well, do you think it’s going to be different there?” he asked me doubtfully. He sighed heavily, as if he wanted to avoid speaking, but finally he rested both hands on the desk and said in a harsh voice, “Liam Carter, you have to leave town today!”
It’s true that I was already 21, but deep down I was still a poor kid intimidated by those older than me and even more so by the authorities. You were only supposed to stay in the woods!”
“I can’t just stay in the woods because at this rate I’ll go crazy.”
I told him at length how my life was going and that I was fed up with it, so I asked him for the car keys and his sheriff hat to cover my face somehow and
