CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
The bullet that tore into Hansen's body spun him halfway around. His shot went over Maria’s head as he crashed to his knees.
Advancing through the swirling dust was Flynn with Cory’s carbine in his hands. He was stripped to the waist, sunburned and dirty. A bandage made from his old blue shirt covered his left side. His face was dark with a growth of beard and he was yelling, "It's over, damn you. It's over!"
Hansen looked as if he had seen a ghost. "It can't be. If Timer and Cory are dead, you should be, too!"
Flynn advanced to within ten feet of where Hansen was resting on his knees. "Sometimes, it's better to be lucky. I could have never escaped La Dura, except there was an underground river and after the earthquake, it flowed into the treasure house, literally fl
