I could see Jennifer’s house from where I sat, and saw the downstairs lights go off. Then the bedroom light came on. I turned my attention to Gleason. He stood up, moved to the telescope and put his eye against the eye
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Moving carefully, I approached him, holding my gun on him. I was pretty sure I’d hit him. I seldom miss what I’m shooting at. He laid there on his back, very still, with his eyes closed. I peered at him, trying to see where the wound was. I couldn’t, so I stepped closer. Too close.
Gleason suddenly came to life. His leg came up quickly, too quickly for me to avoid it, and he kicked the gun out of my hand. The next thing I knew, roaring like a wild man, he was on me, his weight carrying me back, taking me off my feet. When we hit the ground, the wind was knocked out of me and, before I could get to my feet, he disappeared. I heard him crashing through the brush off to my right and headed in that direction.
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“You OK?” Roscoe asked.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I’m right behind him. I think you better get the cops rolling.”
“Will do,” Roscoe said. “Watch your ass!”
I kept going, being careful not to trip or run
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We’d started down an embankment. There was a house between where we were and Jennifer’s place. It looked like Gleason intended to go right through their back yard. I wondered if he’d considered the chain link fence the homeowner had installed around his property. Climbing over that was going to slow him down some, maybe even let me catch up to him.
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