Tamara de Lempicka Calla Lilies

Tamara de Lempicka Calla LiliesRaphael Madonna and Child with BookGustav Klimt Women Friends
bullets hit, were just variations on the smell of burning wood from the forest, until it seemed that the whole world was burning.
Lee's many fell, Hester?"
"No. Too busy ducking. Reload while you can, boy."
He rolled down behind the rock and worked the bolt back and forth. It was hot, and the blood that had flowed freely over it from the scalp wound was drying and making the mechanism stiff. He spat on it carefully, and it loosened.
Then he hauled himself back into position, and even before he'd set his eye to the sight, he took a bullet.boulder was soon scarred and pitted, and he felt the thud of the bullets as they hit it. Once he saw the fur on Hester's back ripple as the wind of a bullet passed over it, but she didn't budge. Nor did he stop firing.That first minute was fierce. And after it, in the pause that came, Lee found that he was wounded; there was blood on the rock under his cheek, and his right hand and the rifle bolt were red.Hester moved around to look."Nothing big," she said. "A bullet clipped your scalp.""Did you count how