In the Sand Hills by Thomas Tessier
It was not good to be standing there, an open target. Driscoll quickly went back into the house and shut the door. He grabbed a wooden chair and pulled it around to the front window, sitting to one side of the window, so that he had a clear view if anybody approached, but without exposing himself. At the same time, he had the back door covered, as well as the hallway passage into the rest of the house. His body was tense, juiced with anticipation, but his mind was calm and in focus. These were the moments in his work that he loved and lived for – the moment of confrontation, and the inevitable crushing of the other person beneath the sheer, irresistible force of Driscoll’s will.