He could have joined in and helped Marsh’s men as they stormed the house to get the girl, but he figured that would have just gotten him killed like the others. They entered the home like it was just an average criminal proceeding. They had no idea what they were opening themselves up to. Each did things their own way, rather than working as a team. That’s what got them killed. It was a small house. They could have easily covered every side and waited for more of Marsh’s men to come and make it a slam-dunk. But no. They made pigs of themselves in order to have the bragging rights. The One Who Brought Down The Witch. So Morgan stayed out of it. He set up his rifle and focused the scope wide, to take in the whole house. He couldn’t see the back from the treehouse, but anyone leaving would have to run for a few seconds in the open and he could nail them then. “You just going to let those guys have all the fun?
