(Page 74) The continuously multiplying apparitions of the Rifleman disorient her. Her once carefully aimed shots are now chaotic.      She spares what little time she can to gather strength from the rasping voice in her ears, from her desire for vengeance.      "Behind you."      She turns in an instant, landing a heavy blow to the massive scorn. Tuning out the world around her, she allows Variks's steady commands to guide her.      Despite how often they had worked together, nothing had been quite like this, as if there is some unspoken connection between them now.      Normally, Shadow would have struggled when given stiff direction.      "Left."     She finds a flow, a rhythm in his words, following without fail. One last perfect shot from her sniper brings Pirrha down, just as he had felled Sundance. Justice.      "Success, as always."      "I couldn't have done it without you."      "We make a good team, yes?"      She smiles, out of breath. "You're the one who got me out alive."      "I told you he was no easy target."      "Well, then, I'm lucky I had you."