The ringleader strolled closer to Drake and pressed the cold steel of the shiny Colt Walker pistol against Drake's temple.
"You are in no position to make a threat, sir," the ringleader said. "Perhaps I should put you down and grab that key myself. What do you think about that?"
Rosaline's shriek of terror echoed throughout the night while Sierra struggled futilely against Kyle's sturdy grip, desperate to reach Drake.
"Let go of me, Kyle!" she demanded, but he wouldn't let go.
Images flashed through her mind,the first time she saw Drake sitting in Wil's tavern, then when he'd first walked her home. She saw their first kiss at the forest pond. She loved Drake. Now he'd never know it.
The ringleader grinned at Drake. "Well, isn't that sweet? Your woman is trying to save you." He laughe
