"An explanation? What kind of explanation do you want? That's just laughable," Jackson sneered.
"If you hadn't let those savages go, we wouldn't be homeless. You burned our shelter to the ground, and now there's nothing left. How are we supposed to live?" Quade pointed at the charred cave, looking as pitiful as a kid who just dropped his ice cream.
"If you can't hack it, I can help you out of your misery," Jackson said, pulling out his Gun and aiming it at Quade's head, his eyes blazing with lethal intent.
Quade was truly annoying, acting like a scoundrel and even blaming him for the fire.
Jackson was fed up. Maybe it was better to solve it with one shot.
"Y-you're bullying me," Quade stammered, paralyzed with fear by Jackson's actions, especially as he stared at the Gun in Jacks
