In the just-beginning lilac twilight, Bernie undid his rope, coiled it, then plopped it into the back of the Dodge with his rucksack. Need a smoke and a piss. He walked off and turned a corner at the pyramids edge. Alice and Bea broke down the tent while Gwafa stored the canteens and books in the truck. Suddenly, he reared up and ran. Non^ Bea locked eyes on Alice. Oh,pud all. No-o-o-o-o Gwafa sprinted with every last ounce of speed he possessed and tackled Bernie, lifting him slightly off the ground before thudding the earth with their combined mass, the round from the Colt .45 auto burrowing into Bernies head then hitting the stones beyond with a powerful snap and a whir-r-r-r-r. Bea slid to a stop, removed the pistol from Bernies limp hand, cleared the action, and dropped the clip into her palm. Gods, no! Alice arrived with the medical kit and examined the wound with a flashlight. Out cold. Just a deep graze, hold this torch for me. Were lucky, no skull penetration. Bea looked to them with a face of pure determination. No word about this… to anyone.