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Post by Shepherd on Oct 30, 2016 17:41:55 GMT -8
He was happy Ronnie had been found, safe as he could be, even if he was tore up a bit. Nellis stood back and let Cassius tend to his companion, before he encircled Denman, and then slunk out toward the fringes of the room where the other dead raiders lay. He collected a few bullets from the bodies, and from the floor where they had been carelessly tossed, and stuffed his satchel and pockets with as much as he could find.
Once Gladys had pulled out caps, however, he walked over to her; she tossed the sack to the floor, caps skittering across the cement. He looked around, and assuming no one could be truly a scholar of math in this era, he simply took it upon himself to separate them into what seemed to be equal parts. “Oh, wow!” he exclaimed, “that’s a lot. Where’d he get all that?” he knew, though, ransacking farms and hard-working people.
“No thanks,” he said to Gladys when she lusted after the rifle, and patted his pistol. “Honestly, nothin’ here is any use to me, except the caps,” he said, “but . . . I think this might be it, then, now that Ronnie’s found.”
Nevin rubbed nervously at the back of his neck, and leaned into one leg to support the biting pain in his chest. “Thanks for the thrills,” he said, “nice to meet all of you. Maybe we'll find ourselves in another adventure, one day.”
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