A body remained frustrated and tired with the inaction, the just watching , but didn’t want to move forward too fast and muck up things when a body had come this far laying low and being patient. Patience was a virtue, after all, and a body was, above all, virtuous. Why else go through all the difficulty other than sweet justice and revenge? Those remained good reasons, too. The marshal wouldn’t know what hit him until the very last minute, and by then, it would be too late for him or anyone else to do anything about it. A body grinned in the darkness, gaze pinned to the shadowy outline of the quaint farmhouse where the three fornicators no doubt engaged in unmentionable deviant behavior. That would come to an end…soon, very soon. * * * * Troy lay on his side, chin resting in his palm as he watched James and Chris sleeping in the early dawn and beneath the glow of the kerosene lamp he had lit moments before.
