I'm not Livio a voice -- a disturbingly familiar voice -- boomed out suddenly, and Wolfwood discovered that he could in fact crabwalk backwards a very long ways. His back hit a rock wall just a few yards out and he froze, eyes wide and mind blank, trying to decide if running away, throwing rocks in lieu of bullets, or just wordlessly shrieking was the best response to a suddenly unfamiliar, and somewhat angry sounding, ghost.

After several long seconds of staring dumbly at the new OK that wrote itself out in the sand, his mouth made the choice for him. "Who th'fuck are you?!" What he wouldn't give for his gun! Or a crucifix, even... or was that just for vampires? How did you fight off a ghost, anyway? "If this is some kind of joke I'm gonna rip your fucking head off and kickball it all the way to December!"

There. That'll show 'em!