I didn't look at her scarred face. I didn't think of her half-dead, half-mad, come back through Time to kill me, with the awful Speaking Gun grafted where her right forearm used to be.
"What if the others don't want to get involved?"
"I'll make them want to."
"And end up just like your mother?"
I sighed, and looked away. "I'm tired, Suzie. I want... I need for all this to be over."
"It should be one hell of a battle." Shotgun Suzie tucked her thumbs under the bandoliers of bullets that crossed her chest. "I can't wait."
I smiled at her fondly. "I'll bet you even take that shotgun to bed with you, don't you?"
She looked at me with her cold, calm expression. "Someday, you just might find out. My love."