He looked inside himself for the courage he knew he had. Usually it took only moments to reappear, but this time - nothing. No courage. No feeling. No life. Almost as if, in this dark hiatus, this lonely moment, he too had died.
His words came out unexpectedly, repeated once more, right out of the middle of his nothingness.
"How is she, Ma?"
"She's breathing, Sheriff. That's all I'm asking Jesus for right now. Just that. Just... she stays breathing."
Clint groaned in his sleep. His arm flexed.
Almost involuntarily Cole looked over at Anna.
What he saw made him gasp.