FIFTEEN

MOUNT RUSHMORE NATIONAL MEMORIAL

BLACK HILLS REGION, SOUTH DAKOTA

 

 

 

 

 

THE FLASH WAS BRIEF, no more than a flicker appearing at the limit of his peripheral vision. Lowering the CheyTac for a second time, the man retrieved the spotting scope. There, at the base of the stone monolith, the dumpy-looking girl holding aloft a mobile phone and puffing like an ox. Respecting her choices even less, the man sighed.

Sighting his weapon, he fired.