Book3:WereMyDreamIs
klygotoutofhiscar,rantothewoodenfendalsojumpedover.ThefirstthinghesawwasthetendergreengrasssmearedwithbrightredbloodflowingfromJamaz’sseveralwounds.Hisoldfriendwasinabadshape.Hehadlostsomuchbloodthathismovementswereslowandclumsy,butEmmaillpressedolesslywithhissharplonggardenshearsandfinallystabbedhiminthechestwithamightthrust.Jamaztotteredbackafewstepsandlookeddownatthegapingwoundinhischestwherebloodurtingout.Hebckedoutaotheground.Emmanuelwasshockedandonlythendidherealizetheseriousnessofhisas,thathehadkilledhisgoodfriendJamaz.Richardrushedovertohisfallenpalwhowasshortofbreathandwhosethroatrumbledwithpainfulgroans.HekdouttinghisfaceclosetoJamazsaid, “Myoldfriend,up.Don’tyoudaredieonme!Pl