"See you, Liz, I'll be right back," said Henry and ran off.
I wiped my mouth with the hem of my wedding dress.
"Peter, your gun." He looked at me intently. "Now, Petter."
"But, girl..." I saw the doubt in his eyes.
"No buts... Let's go." I extended my hand and he handed me the gun. "The ammunition." He handed me the magazines just how I liked.
I tore off a piece of the hem of my dress so it wouldn't get in my way and ran after Henry, barefoot.
Damn, I cursed when I stepped on a sharp rock, but it didn't stop me from running.
I approached the house and leaned against the wall, checked the number of bullets I had, and stored the "spare bullets" in my cleavage, just hoping they wouldn't fall out.
"Come on, John, tell me," shouted Henry.
I got a little closer and could see that John w
