When Wes finally managed to move the fallen tree trunk, the injured bandit lying on the ground was silent. He had succumbed to his injuries.
It wasn't Pryce who delivered the final blow; the bandit simply bled out too quickly and lost consciousness. In this era, medical care was scarce, and a gunshot wound that pierced vital organs was often fatal.
This wasn't a battlefield, but the air was thick with a nauseating smell. The sounds of insects filled the silence as everything seemed to settle back into stillness.
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