Chapter 32: Shotgun Greeting

Bang!

The shotgun had fired out of her hand and struck the man in the chest in a blink. She hadn't meant to fire, much less hit him.

Dena gasped and tossed down the shotgun. How the hell had it gone off? She'd only meant to scare the naked guy off, not kill him. But her bandaged hand had somehow hit the trigger and hit him in the chest. The man laid unmoving on the ground with blood blooming from his chest.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she whispered. Was he dead? She'd killed someone in her yard! So what if he was a naked, crazy man...he had been too far from her to claim self-defense. Sh*t, she was a doctor, not an assassin. Her job was to save lives, not murder someone.

She ran to the body and fell to her knees in the mud. Her uninjured hand felt for a pulse along his neck. Blood coated the front of his chest. Why was she bothering to see if he was still alive? No one could survive a shotgun blast to the chest at fifty yards away.