You remain silent for a moment while you try to decide if Claire’s question is authentic or just a clever way to change the topic. Either way, it stirs up a bubbling mixture of emotions when you attempt to consider it. While there’s no denying her beauty and seductive charm, she’s also a cold-hearted, vindictive beast that exists only to provoke the absolute worst from anyone that dares to step through her father’s shadow. She was, at the beginning of it all, the only reason you’ve ended up in this mess.

“No,” you answer and pause. “Your sister loves herself enough for all of us.”

Claire’s head swings around and her hands nearly drop the first aid kit she’s begun to retrieve from the bottom drawer.

“I think she loves you.”

“Maybe.” You reply. “She’s exactly like your father. She loves anyone that she can step on.”

Claire wants to reply but she appears to have a change of mind halfway through forming the first word. Instead, she looks down and secures the medical supplies in her hands and carries them over to the sink.

“My father has suffered and he knows pain. And because of that, the Lord has taught him how to heal.”

“Your father is an arrogant psychopath.”

“Don’t say that. He’s a good man.”

“Claire, you don’t know him like I do. You don’t know what he does outside of this church. If you’re not part of his family he, he’s involved in things—”

You stop yourself abruptly, realizing that you haven’t spoken about those things since you finished your sentence at the Colt Dam. Claire stops what she is doing and looks back at you, her eyes narrowed and inquisitive. You look back at her and release a short breath through your nose. She waits for a moment and then returns to her work, letting her curiosity drift away.

“It doesn’t matter what you say. I believe that the Lord trusts him and so do I.”

“How? How can you trust him? Look what he did to me?"

You refrain from speaking anything more while Claire prepares a needle and thread from the box on the sink. She places them on the counter between you and beside them she sets a bottle of disinfectant and some numbing gel.

“Please. Let’s not argue about it. What’s done is done.”

Claire once again looks at you with her large, friendly eyes. As you look back, she tips her head to the side, asking you to put your wounded arm up on the counter. You have little choice but to obey. You step toward the counter as Claire waits, the needle and thread already in her hands. You push your hand out and carefully try to remove the wet towel from your forearm.

“Oh shit—” you gulp as the towel swings through the air and knocks the small bottle of numbing gel behind the sink!

You jerk a hand free as quickly as you can to retrieve the bottle, but Claire’s small hand slides in and gets to it first. As she does, her eyes turn toward you, obviously curious as to why the bottle didn’t fall all the way to the floor. You swallow and try to keep yourself calm but you can already feel fresh, cold sweat forming on your back. You involuntarily suck in a nervous breath as her fingers fumble around within the crack between the vanity and the wall.

“Here, let me get it. I can see it.”

You toss the towel toward the floor and reach out, just as the bottle slips free and her fingers press down against the barrel of the Peacemaker that it had been sitting on. You catch the bottle of gel before it hits the floor but when you look back up, her fingers haven’t moved away from the gun.

Pull The Dice!

This feels like a 6...

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