“On your knees,” said Selena.
“No,” said the man. He looked at her defiantly. “I know what you're fixin' to do. You're gonna shoot me here. You're gonna bury me in this hole. You don't wanna do that. You don't know what it's like to live with that, knowing you killed another human being.”
“And you do?”
The man looked away.
“On your knees.”
The man knelt in the hole, still facing her. Still defiant. She walked around behind him. She thought about giving him last words, but that seemed too kind.
She put the gun up close to the back of his shaved skull. She saw sweat beading on his muscular neck. He was shaking.
She exhaled. Then she shot him in the head.