My Father and Protector was advancing in the church hierarchy.One day, he asked me what I saw my future to be. In my role as hisdaughter, to which I h...d become so accustomed, I answered what wastruthfully in my mind: I want to become a nun, father, and work with thepoor.At our next meeting, he was not alone, but rather with a woman his age.Though she was not dressed in a habit, I quickly recognized her as SisterSophia, founder of the famous order of poor sisters known and praised inthe popular. Nobody, absolutely nobody, ever talked like that to Red Dog McCarty. Red Dog even winced a little in surprise."Nobody talks ta me like that! Draw, ya stupid galoot!"I waited a moment to insure that everyone saw Red Dog try to draw first. Once I was sure of that, I drew my pistol and put three closely spaced shots into the middle of his chest. These bullets are so powerful that they actually moved Red Dog off his feet. He did not just fall down, he was thrown down several feet behind where he. ‘She hasn’t slept for more than two hours at a time,’ Jake complained. Jessica laughed. ‘Note to self, don’t send you on any missions for awhile,’ Cal said with a grin. Jessica giggled and Jake grinned sheepishly. ‘You’re loving every minute of being a father,’ Jessica accused. Jake nodded. ‘She’s just too damn cute,’ Jake agreed. Jessica smiled and cradled the little girl carefully. ‘Any word on Danny?’ Caitlin asked quietly. Cal shook his head and glanced at Jessica who sighed. The timer. Or fire or brimstone. Same idea, though.“Look, here’s the deal. I won’t hang out forever in any one place, but I would like to clean up some messes that Jehovah created, you know. So, if you see me in the future, kicking ass and taking names, you’ll know why. I’m rounding up a force of those demons who are still loyal to me, rallying them in a muster of sorts for a purpose. Kill, kill, kill. We can’t ... and won’t ... torment the wicked, but we can and will take their lives.“So, here’s my.