May-Lee"s feather-soft sigh floated across the expansive room. “Linda, you"ve been elected group leader: please guide the way down the hall. We"re all going to go, but do remember who"s holding the g*n. As I said, I don"t want to shoot anyone, but will if necessary.”
“You can"t shoot all four of us at once.”
“No, but I could get a least one of you. Who"d like to be the "special one" to receive a .455 cartridge in the face? I believe that may hurt, never mind what it will do in the looks department.”
The four of us exchanged glances. Apparently none of us wanted to be that “special one”.
Like someone embarking on a two-week Caribbean vacation, May-Lee"s face lighted up and she smiled gaily. She motioned the double doors and we fell into single file with the shopkeeper taking up the flan
