Immediately, Cole and O'Donohue dashed to Zeke. If he fired now, one of them wouldn't be breathing anymore.
That was a chance they had to take. Me, I had other battles.
Nobody was going to hurt Clint if I could stop it. I know McGinley's a Minister of God and all that, but you got to protect your own haven't you? Else, what's the point of friendship? Trust? Loyalty? Else, what's the point of love?
I was on top of the Minister before I could think. Knee hammered hard into his kidneys as I landed, giving my fists free reign.
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Good on yer, Anna Cody. (Love her turn of phrase...’Else’ it really fits the character you’ve created Drew.)
Drew Martyn 11 months ago
Thanks Neville. I find it difficult keeping her vocabulary in context as she's developed. If too many colloquialisms creep in I start hearing her as a Victorian London girl, the Eliza Doolittle of the wild west!