The brothers had taken off their uniform shirts, but both still wore their vests and carried their sidearms. Vivica noticed the way they had positioned themselves, they each had a good view of the room, their backs to a wall, not a window or door. Teague smiled, taking the last good seat, leaving Vivica with her back to the living room window. She insisted on closing the drapes before sitting down.
“I’m not entirely helpless, you know,” she told the men without prompting. “I do have six brothers, none of them democrats.” Her eyes twinkled. “I know how to shoot and I venture to say I’m nearly as good a shot as any man in this room.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes
