East walked to her mother and took Quinn from her arms. She went inside, her grandmother close behind.
Quint put the gun back between his belt and jeans, his hands shaking as he did so. I couldn’t help but wonder if they shook from fear or rage.
“You should have shot him,” Jonah said. His eyes continued to watch the trees where Mick and Wrath had disappeared.
“It’s not his place to kill,” Eli said. “Regardless of how vile of a human being he is; it is not our decision when he dies.”
Jonah’s anger shifted to Eli. “You are such a priest. It’s like you don’t even care what he did.”
“You’re right. I am a priest and proud of it. But if you think there are not times when I personally want to smash his head in with a shovel, you’re wrong. I want him to die and I want him to writhe in pain as
