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Cheroke
said
nothing
.
"
You
can
be
with
me
on
this
.
"
Spender
waited
.
Finally
Cheroke
was
able
to
speak
.
"
You
killed
them
,
"
he
said
,
daring
to
look
at
the
men
around
him
.
"
They
deserved
it
.
"
"
You
’
re
crazy
!
"
"
Maybe
I
am
.
But
you
can
come
with
me
.
"
"
Come
with
you
,
for
what
?
"
cried
Cheroke
,
the
color
gone
from
his
face
,
his
eyes
watering
.
"
Go
on
,
get
out
!
"
Spender
’
s
face
hardened
.
"
Of
all
of
them
,
I
thought
you
would
understand
.
"
"
Get
out
!
"
Cheroke
reached
for
his
gun
.
Spender
fired
one
last
time
.
Cheroke
stopped
moving
.
