Putting Out the Light at San Lorenzo

Kid snuggles his chin against the butt of his revolver and relaxes his grip.

As time passes, the lights below wink out, one by one, until only one light is left.

Kid takes careful aim and fires, leaving the town in darkness.

Dogs bark and answer, but not for long.

Kid raises his head as if awaiting a signal. He’s hard as nails, but his eyes are liquid inside.