"Under Irish rules," gulped Dorset, "I must ask both of you if there is any chance of reconciliation or an apology. Colonel Wakefield?"
"No!"
"Dr. Featherston?"
"Absolutely not!"
"On my count, begin pacing. Are you both ready and willing to proceed?"
"Just get on with it, John!" yelled Isaac.
"One!"
Both men immediately took a slow step forward holding their loaded pistols vertically.
"Two - Three - Four - Five!"
Looking up, Andrew offered a prayer, he wanted nothing more than for this to end now and avoid unnecessary bloodshed.
"Six - Seven!"
Andrew thought of Bethia and their beautiful daughters. He hoped she was coping.
"Eight - Nine!"
Isaac pulled the cigar from his mouth.
"Ten!"
Dorset released the white handkerchief, which immediately blew away. Both men clearly saw th
