Perhaps powered by desperation, perhaps by love, McGinley launched himself at Clint. The guttural roar as he moved through the air was bestial and the more shocking because it sounded closer to a fiend in murderous frenzy than a coyote suffering its own death.
Clint, his back to the Minister, saw nothing and didn't stand a chance. McGinley fell on him, knocking them both away from Zeke, and his hands reached around Clint's throat. And tightened.
Zeke was quick to take the opportunity. He dragged himself across the floor, reached out and took the gun back into his shaking hands.
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Oh-er! Brilliant.y powerful, Drew. Loving it!