Flood - Swept Away

They'd set up the auction stage on a cliff jutting onto the Colorado. From Boone's perch hundreds of feet away, the legionaries gathered to bid looked like a tide of red. Hundreds.

Too many.

The officer grabbed Carla's leash. She'd started to show in the weeks it had taken him to track her down. Too long. Through his scope, dozens of hands shot up, grasping gold coins.

Too many.

The winner stepped onto the stage. Carla stumbled back as the bullet pierced her heart. Boone watched his wife fall into the Colorado, and waited for them to come for him.