by Robert Gryfft
Jason kept his gaze locked with mine defiantly, his gun hand steady despite his ragged panting.
"We're going to have to settle this sometime," I said.
He laughed mirthlessly. "Now isn't a good time for you?"
I put my gun down and sighed heavily. "Right time, wrong place."
Father Horace asked, "Are you quite finished?"
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