"It's not like that," she says with a quick shake of her head.

Her hair slips into her face, and in the moonlight she looks like a little lost girl.

"S'just... havin' t'tell them all he's dead, and that it's my fault. Nobody's givin' me hell, it's just hard t'see the looks on their faces. Knowin' how much he was loved there. Cut down before his time, an' by accident, too. That bullet was meant for me."