The Reunion

Summers looked at her.

“You’re the one who shot that Suzanne woman aren’t you?” continued Becky, her father looking perturbed.

“Yes, Ma’am, I am,” came the reply.

“I want to thank you for protecting my family. I’ve never wanted to kill anyone myself until I met her. I’m not sure whether I’m comfortable with those feelings or not, but I have them just the same. I had a good friend tell me once that killing is easy. With her I could have proved him right.”

“It’s been a pretty rough time for a flower child like yourself. Be proud. You’ve done well,” said Summers smiling at the doctor. “Most times not killing is harder to do than killing. That’s true for sure in this business. The young lady this morning was infected with that madness. It leaves you no choice but to shoot. Again, Doc, you did well. You can ship with me anytime.”

Becky looked at the man kneeling next to her. Something in the words he said made her think she knew him. Underneath the boonie cap and camouflage face paint she could see a gentleness in the blue eyes looking at her from behind the dark rimmed military issue glasses. Gateway was also taking a closer look at the man, trying to remember where he knew him from.