| Author: | John Miller | ISBN: | 9781310675348 |
| Publisher: | John Miller | Publication: | August 26, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | John Miller |
| ISBN: | 9781310675348 |
| Publisher: | John Miller |
| Publication: | August 26, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Joshua sat down and gave a nod to Cody. Cody followed Joshua’s eyes toward the bar. He gave him a slight nod in return. Anna saw the exchange between the two of them and she twirled at her hair turning to glance at the bar. Thomas and Kenny both bowed their heads slightly and they sat there not making any moves, acting like nothing was wrong. Brennan leaned into Joshua. “Give me your gun belt under the table. I will face them.”
“You know I can let you do that.”
“I know you don’t trust me, and I don’t blame you. But you’re not fast enough to face them.”
“Sorry, but it’s my job —“ Joshua stopped his sentence when he felt the barrel of a gun stuck in his rib cage.
Brennan whispered, “I won’t shoot you to kill you; I will shoot you in the leg to stop you, and it will hurt like hell. Now slowly give me the other pistol you have on your left side. Don’t let on like anything is happening. Do it nice and easy.” Joshua reached down under the table and handed Brennan his Colt. “I’m going to stand up now and face those two men. Don’t try and stop me. If for some reason I get killed. I just want you to know I had a great time tonight. I can die a happy man for knowing you and your deputies.”
Joshua sat down and gave a nod to Cody. Cody followed Joshua’s eyes toward the bar. He gave him a slight nod in return. Anna saw the exchange between the two of them and she twirled at her hair turning to glance at the bar. Thomas and Kenny both bowed their heads slightly and they sat there not making any moves, acting like nothing was wrong. Brennan leaned into Joshua. “Give me your gun belt under the table. I will face them.”
“You know I can let you do that.”
“I know you don’t trust me, and I don’t blame you. But you’re not fast enough to face them.”
“Sorry, but it’s my job —“ Joshua stopped his sentence when he felt the barrel of a gun stuck in his rib cage.
Brennan whispered, “I won’t shoot you to kill you; I will shoot you in the leg to stop you, and it will hurt like hell. Now slowly give me the other pistol you have on your left side. Don’t let on like anything is happening. Do it nice and easy.” Joshua reached down under the table and handed Brennan his Colt. “I’m going to stand up now and face those two men. Don’t try and stop me. If for some reason I get killed. I just want you to know I had a great time tonight. I can die a happy man for knowing you and your deputies.”
