Billy held her head to his chest and bit back the tears. Why hadn't he been faster, why hadn't he been paying closer attention! It was his own damn fault. He held her tight, not wanting to look again at the torn neck, not wanting to face what he jnew he had to do. It was only a matter of time before she.....it turned. There was one thinbg he was certain off, there was no way he'd let that happen.
Billy picked up her body and layed her on the bed. He slowly pulled out his Colt revolver, pulling the bullets from his gunbelt slowly. Each click of the guns cylinder echoed in the room, until he had loaded all six chambers. Billy slowly thumbed back the hammer and placed the barrel against her head.
" I'm sorry I wasn't there for you...."
Billy fired, the gunshout ringing in his ears long after the shot. He stood there over the body, only waked from his revelry by a hand on his shouler.
" It's not yer fault Billy, there were to many of them... there was nothing you could have done."
" That don't make it any easier Katee, how do you tell a man that you put a bullet in his daughters brain?"
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