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Charlie Spate held the butt of his shotgun tightly under his arm as he threw his head back and poured another generous helping of whisky down his throat. Once he had been released from the police station that afternoon, he had decided that the only way he was going to get his daughter back from those damn villagers was by going in and rescuing her himself.
They had no right to lock him up in the first place, and saying that it was for his own good was just a load of bollocks. When this was over, he planned to sue the county for false imprisonment.
Those stupid coppers should be charging in mob-handed, or even liaising with the army to search that village from top to bottom, not fobbing him off with excuses.
Well, he would show them. Charlie Spate was no fool. He knew there was somet
