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 3 months ago
Good on yer, Anna Cody. (Love her turn of phrase...’Else’ it really fits the character you’ve created Drew.)
Drew Martyn 3 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!