"That went well, I think," Anita says through clenched teeth as Ronnie drags her back to the Jeep. She presses her other hand against her shoulder. At least it looks like the bullet had gone straight through and wasn't lodged against a bone or something.

"I need to get back to the Circus." She chuckles, lightheaded and giddy from the blood loss. "But I think you'll have to drive."