Her Own Hell

rack open and a plate of greasy food would be shoved inside by a silent, grim-faced

Fuller. She was the compound'

ming me. The air between us was thick with

try something. When Mama Fuller b

d, my voice cracking.

her eyes wide with fear,

spark plug. Not just any spark plug. It was a custom piece I' d machined myself,

ne. He' d found it later and, as Slim had tol

nto her hand. "Tell him the mechanic from Nevad

d for a moment, I saw a flicker of something other than fear in her eyes. Pity. Maybe even

fragile thread of hope

sound outside the container made my hea

pen, but it wasn' t Deacon standing there. It

r in behind him, her

oice deceptively calm as he dangled

ler stammered. "Just an ol

redatory grin. "You'

Wendy, who had been cowering i

trembling finger at me. "She gave it to the

ed by a cold fury. He pulled a pistol from his waistb

and collapsed, clutch

tol onto the floor

ith venom. "But traitors and liabilities are another story. Only one of you is

, then at the gun. I woul

endy

cry, she scramble