dated to the morning of July 19th
John sat very still in the grass. The wind moved the leaves on the trees around him, lifting his short hair in tufts that rose and fell, but John himself was still.
But not as still as Ginger.
She lay as she'd fallen - John knew it by the awkward splay of her legs beneath her heavy skirt, the way the boots she prized so highly lay at odd angles on the ground.
He didn't stop to check her pulse. The red hole in her forehead was adequate testimony to the finality of the situation.
There was dew on her skin.
John wiped at the wetness on his own cheeks, his elbows creaking to protest their sudden use, but drew Winona from her holster quickly enough at the sound of movement on the path.
He'd sent 1812 for Temperance an hour ago. Jungle terrain was difficult to navigate for a DRD, but John couldn't leave Ginger. He wouldn't. Charging the pulse blast on Winona now, neither would John let anyone but his wife touch her.
But not as still as Ginger.
She lay as she'd fallen - John knew it by the awkward splay of her legs beneath her heavy skirt, the way the boots she prized so highly lay at odd angles on the ground.
He didn't stop to check her pulse. The red hole in her forehead was adequate testimony to the finality of the situation.
There was dew on her skin.
John wiped at the wetness on his own cheeks, his elbows creaking to protest their sudden use, but drew Winona from her holster quickly enough at the sound of movement on the path.
He'd sent 1812 for Temperance an hour ago. Jungle terrain was difficult to navigate for a DRD, but John couldn't leave Ginger. He wouldn't. Charging the pulse blast on Winona now, neither would John let anyone but his wife touch her.