"Children. Please leave the room."
Her voice quavered. Joshua McGinley, still staring in disbelief at Mickey, shot a look of alarm first at his wife then at Sheriff Cole.
"Leave now, children." Her voice grew stronger.
They didn't move from their father's side.
Words spoken slowly, anger suppressed, but only just: "Get out! Now, boys!"
It's not right that they should see four men being murdered. No, not being murdered. Being released.
"I'm staying, Ma," Zeke blurted out.
Could they cope with it?
"Me, too!" whispered Samuel.
Or is it better to release them, too, before they remember these deaths?