She claims you have some of her money and her stock."The foreman didn't wait for the full explanation. He drew his gun. He was fast, but not as fast a... Jake's finger on the trigger. With a shotgun careful aiming is not required. Buckshot made a bloody mess out of the gunslinger's chest.Knowing the noise would be heard at the house, Jake ran to the front door. He kicked it open, and crouching as low as he could, he poked his head and his shotgun in.Jake had earlier observed the hands going out. Since I didn't plan to fight, I was traveling light. It was the double barrel .410 gauge derringer that created the bulge. I also had a folding knife and my newest toy, the stun gun. The stun gun was my replacement for the leather and lead slapjack of my military days. I no longer carried pepper spray, but I still owned it. I would still carry it, if I thought I might need to convince more than one man to leave me the fuck alone.Leon was just a tad on the prissy side of macho, but not a sissy. “I have NOT been crying,” She snapped at him. “You just tend to your cub scouts and not meddle into my personal business.She stormed back to her cabin and Michael was left wondering what he did to upset her. Cathy slammed the door to her cabin and rushed into her bedroom and threw herself on the bed. She burst into tears and sobbed like a young teenage girl. She was ashamed of how she had treated Michael. She knew he was only trying to be helpful. She knew she needed to apologize to him, but. ”Lindsey chuckled, “At least he’s not a pizza delivery guy. Then we’d start getting all these pizzas delivered to our place without even ordering them, probably with obscene messages baked into the cheese. Sausage crumbles spelling out ‘Suck my dick.’”We laughed and Belinda retorted, “And thick streaks of alfredo sauce…only not alfredo sauce.”We all gagged and laughed, and I said, “Did you report him?”“No, then he’d track me down and, oh, I dunno, pee on our porch every night or something. He’s.