Gail’s accusation sends your mind racing, spurring you into action. You release your arm and block her next punch.

“What??” you blurt. “Wait! What did you say?”

Gail slaps at your arm and tries to push it away. Her fist becomes a claw, attempting to dig at your face. There is fire in her eyes and spit dripping through her teeth.

“That fuckin’ bitch!”

Her nails sink into your cheek, sending a shock up the side of your face. Your body reacts and you slam your open fist up under her jaw with a violent knock. Her head snaps back and a muffled scream bursts from her lips. Fresh blood sprays from her mouth but she’s unfazed. She pulls her hand back and prepares to deliver another strike.

“That’s enough!” a voice appears, deep and familiar. It freezes Gail just enough to hold back ner next strike. She looks up and sneers, then slowly lifts her open hands to either side of her body.

“You’ll pay for this.”

“I’m sure I will. Now get off’a him.”

Gail obeys and slides her body across yours, adding a little extra pressure between her legs while her crotch slides across the top of your thigh. A brief, knowing smile crosses her face when she finally begins to stand up.

“Oops, sorry about your pants,” she whispers. You begin to sit up and notice a dark streak that starts near your waist and passes over your thigh. You look up at Gail and from your position still lying on the ground, you can see the same moisture gathered between her legs.

“Vulture,” the voice calls out again. “Get up!”

This time, the voice cracks as it speaks. You turn your head away from Gail and find Toney standing in the middle of the aisle. He’s holding your revolver and nervously attempting to keep everyone away from him. His eyes are wide and frantic and his lips are shaking.

“C’mon!”

You jump to your feet and feel Gail reach out for you one last time as you step away from her and the altar.

“Mister Whitmore,” the Reverend calls out. His voice is stern, commanding the gospel. “Remember your place. You work for me!”

You pause for a moment and watch as Toney looks back over your shoulder at the Reverend. For an instant, your heart begins to sink as Toney appears to be considering his options. The revolver dangles from his fingers.

“Toney, no,” you speak softly. “Come on, let’s go!”

You rush straight forward and grab the gun away from Toney’s hand before he drops it. The motion snaps him back into the moment and breaks the trance that the Reverend had put on him.

“Oh my God!” he spits. His brown eyes pop open wide, bulging from their sockets. “We gotta get outta here!”

Continue here.

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