40My blood went suddenly cold. Time seemed to slow down. All I could see was the barrel of the .45, pointing in my direction.
My situation did not look good. Gun versus pole wasn’t much of a contest.
I thought about taking a shot with the pole, anyway. This could be the last chance I’d get to fight back. Maybe I still had enough surprise on my side to knock the .45 out of the picture.
I tensed, gathering my courage, getting ready to swing. No way was I going to make it easy for them; I’d give them a fight to remember, in honor of Polish Lou and Eddie Kubiak, Sr.
Sucking in a deep breath, I prepared to leap into action. Then, just as I was ready to go, a face bobbed out from behind the door. And back.
Then out again. And I froze.
“Lottie?” It was Peg. She was staring at me
