Nims's

Anna took the ointment from Nims's fingers and replaced it with an alcohol pad and a vial of iodine.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

LeFleur was leaning over, his lamp shining on Nims's face.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

Anna was surprised at how little thought she had given Nims's slaying and at long last understood how soldiers emotionally survived a war.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

Crescents of white showed where Nims's eyelids had failed to close completely under Anna's ministrations.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

Lindstrom laid a hand on Nims's wrist, stopping the pillage of their supplies.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

Nims's trouser pockets yielded nothing of a telling nature: lint, Chap Stick, gum, a spare handkerchief.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

Something had happened in the shelter during the storm that had caused savior to turn executioner, driving Nims's own knife into his heart.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

Valdez was more forthcoming about the nuts-and-bolts aspects of Nims's job.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

Nims's arm came loose with a sickening crack, either ice releasing the sleeve or the ball joint in his shoulder snapping under the strain.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996

Valdez sounded genuinely sorry to hear of Nims's death.

Firestorm Barr, Nevada 1996