Chapter 18 Fiery Spirit
- *Chet*
- Mrs. Mackenzie looks like she’s about to blow my head off with the shotgun she grasps in her trembling hands as I kneel next to Unega. With no pressure on her wound, the fabric I was pressing against the gash turns a brighter shade of red by the moment.
- “Get back.” She swings the muzzle of the rifle toward the water.