His shirt tails had pulled loose of his breeches, and he shoved them back into place. His wig had fallen askew, and he straightened this as well before refastening his fly. “Get your ass back home,” he growled at his daughter, striding over to where his gelding had wandere...
Sam asked. “I don’t know.” Jason shook his head. “I think the bullet’s still in there. We need to get it out of him.” “How?” “I don’t know,” Jason said again. He glanced over his shoulder. “Look over there by the refrigerator...