The man with the barbed-wire soul!
He was no more than nineteen years old, and in another minute I was going to kill him. I didn’t want to, but I’d been pushed into a corner. The only way out of it was over the kid. I’d killed plenty in the past, and the way I make my living I figured to kill more in the future. Still, killing this nineteen-year-old seemed a waste. And even after I did it, there was no guarantee I’d be any safer than when he was alive.