Page 56 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

Virgil shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I don’t believe you. JD, take everything out.”

“I ain’t sticking my hands in there. Dynamite that old is dangerous. You take it out.”

“I’m the one with the gun, so I’m giving the orders. Take it out.”

“You going to shoot me, Ghost?” JD asked in a tone that chided the other man.

“I should. I should put you out of your misery.”

“Yep, but we both know you won’t.”

Abby looked from one man to the other. “How well do you two know each other?”

“When it comes right down to it, missy,” JD said. “No one really knows anyone else. No one can really predict what someone else might do.”

“I certainly couldn’t have predicted a member of this community might endanger women and children by shooting through town.” She glared at Virgil. “Were you really trying to kill me?”

“The first time I took a shot at you I was. I was angry, but not the second or third time.”

“Why shoot at me again then?”

“I knew you’d figure it out eventually.”

Abby stared at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“You’re like us,” JD told her.

“What does that mean?”

“You’ve been there too. Death. Destruction. War. Hell.”

She turned her gaze to Virgil. “I have no reason to lie. If I’d found gold or some map or entrance to the mine, I’d have shared that information with everyone in town as soon as I found it. I’ve been tossing dynamite into the lake to get rid of it.”

“That the only reason?”

“No. It felt good to blow something up, something that wouldn’t hurt anyone else, but me.”

“And a few fish,” JD added.

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