Dylan sank into a chair. With his missive to the men of town, everyone would be on guard against a stranger with a limp, but he wasn"t sure they understood the threat. Hell, I don"t even understand it. What will they do next? More letters or something more active and dangerous? Who or what will they target, and when? If only Jesse had gotten a closer look, we might have a decent description at least. A throbbing behind Dylan"s right eyeball made perfect sense under the circumstances.
Hell, I don"t even understand it. What will they do next? More letters or something more active and dangerous? Who or what will they target, and when? If only Jesse had gotten a closer look, we might have a decent description at least.Jesse and Rob bustled in, guns hanging from their belts, their expressions
