Unhidden Pilgrims

Now its my turn, Moe said. His index finger had the angry strength of steel even before he moved it onto the machine guns trigger.

Heidis anxious hands became stronger as she clasped them together in prayer. When she opened her eyes, she stared briefly at the blood residue on Joes forearm. She then ran out of the store while yelling, You should catch me first. Im the one who gave those men their we...