JAKE: FEAR IN A HANDFUL OF DUST? I ? BEAR AND BONE 1 IT WAS HER THIRD time with live ammunition... and her first time on the draw from the holster Roland had rigged for her. They had plenty of live rounds; Roland had brought back better than three hundred from the world where Eddie and Susannah Dean had lived their lives up until the time of their drawing. But having ammu-nition in plenty did not mean it could be wasted; quite the contrary, in fact. The gods frowned upon wastrels. Roland had been raised, first by his father and then by Cort, his greatest teacher, to believe this, and so he still believed. Those gods might not punish at once, but sooner or later the penance would have to be paid... and the longer the wait, the greater the weight. At first there had been no need for live ammunition, anyway. Roland had been shooting for more years than the beautiful brown-skinned woman in the wheelchair would believe. He had corrected her at first simply by watching her aim and dry-fire at the targets he had set up. She learned fast. Both she and Eddie learned fast. As he had suspected, both were born gunslingers. Today Roland and Susannah had come to a clearing less than a mile from the camp in the woods which had been home to