Only a few moments later the tortured man’s eyes snapped open, looking at John with pain and defiance. Indian Porn In here,” John pointed to his heart, “I am much more indian, than I am white. At least with the loss of the nine he could put even more away. Hell, were’s da fun in talkin’? As I told Art, Greely made one mistake he didn’t kill me.”
All the men in the room nodded their heads in agreement. Shaking his head John swore to his self, that woman was going to be the death of him one day. A small lit up John’s face as he nodded. A move to a better protected spot, had John drawing both of his revolvers. Both had heard random gun shots much further behind them, the men following shooting at what they thought were people.
