It seems that he and his buddies had gotten drunk and rowdy on a Saturday night, an unremarkable occurrence in their milieu. But on this one particula... night, it was the misfortune of our client, a certain Marianne G., to cross paths with this fine specimen of humanity. She was a single parent working weekend evenings at a second job in order to make ends meet. The walk home was only three blocks, and it was through what was considered a safe neighborhood. Unfortunately, Barabbas "Monk". She ran up and spread several napkins on the front of my gown.?Land sakes!? she said, ?What would we have done if you dropped catsup on yourself??I wasn?t able to finish the burger. It seemed that the corset reduced my stomach capacity. At least I was full. I wouldn?t have to worry about my stomach growling any more.Meg harvested the napkins and redid my lipstick. I lay down again and got into position.?I?ll tell Will that everything is OK, Freemont,? she said ?You go back to the. Cálmate. Please calm down, señor. They’ll call soon,” Jose Martinez, the soft-spoken but firm right-hand of Uncle Justin Jensen said, attempting to soothe the uneasiness of his boss and friend. Whenever Jose got nervous, his speech tended to break into a combination of Spanish and English. Justin Jensen, the long-time proprietor of several popular ‘prepper’ websites and numerous other anti-government leaning businesses, was second-guessing his decision to send two men to retrieve their. One actually paled. Brad backed up a little, knowing the look. Bad things were coming. “Get off your horse, now!”“You wouldn’t kill a wounded man, would you?” I laughed, causing the man speaking to worry.“If he don’t get off that hoss, I’m letting my brother cut loose with that scattergun. It won’t just be him dying in the dust today. Now’s a good time to make a choice.”They all backed up, leaving the loudmouth all by his lonesome. “I’m giving you a chance, asshole. She didn’t hit your shootin’.