She took a knee, snapped seven or eight shots in burst mode, and then took off back to the firing line, drunk with adrenaline: these were the pictures of a lifetime.
One of the sheriff’s deputies was shaking his head as she climbed back over the Jersey barrier. “Why you botherin’ with pictures? If you can shoot,” he held up his rifle, “you oughta be shootin’ with one a’ these.”
“Are you kidding? The newspapers will pay huge for close-up shots like these!”
“Lady, in two or three days, there ain’t gonna be any newspapers, or money. But suit yourself”
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