There he was. Standing on a hill in Weehawken, New Jersey, July 11, 1804. Holding a flintlock, dueling his friend, his political enemy, Alexander Hamilton. The sun was rising, it was dawn. He was walking ten paces away, slowly bringing up his gun. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9—

.. what was he doing? He spun around on the last pace. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to shoot. Not Alexander. Not in front of Nathaniel Pendleton, David Hosack, not William P Van Ness. Yes, they had their differences, but was this the way to end it?

He held his gun, aimed for his opponents mouth. Alexander aimed behind him. They stood there, in the light fog.