Horace McCoy – Nur Pferden gibt man den Gnadenschuss
I stood up. For a moment I saw Gloria again, sitting on that bench on the pier. The bullet had just struck her in the side of the head; the blood had not even started to flow. The flash from the pistol still lighted her face. Everything was as plain as day. […] She was relaxed and comfortable and she was smiling. It was the first time I had everWeiter
2017-05-28