I shot at Snevets once. He looked hurt. The bullet went ten feet over his head. It was only a warning. But that look back; I will never forget his face. He was disappointed in me. I don’t know why? Why did he think we carried guns? There was something deeply conservative about him for all his flaunting of the law. And yet, the power of that look was such, I never shot at him again.

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