Nightingale stared through the broken studio window into the dark woods. He turned around, started to walk out, but Maine grabbed his arm.
"Young man, you almost shot me! You don't shoot off rounds at people like that. What's the matter with you?"
Nightingale shook his arm free, marched out. His cheeks burned with rage and humiliation.
Departure Manuscript: Nightingale at the Radio Station
