It Only Takes One“FUCK Fuck Fuck Fuck,” Charlie whispered harshly under her breath. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her pounding heart, and clenched her jaw several times feeling the muscles under her ears tighten and relax. She squeezed the worn wooden handle of her father’s single action revolver, exploring the sharp distinction between the smooth wood heated by the palm of her hand and the harsh cold steel of the hammer and trigger. Nothing could compare to how heavy that gun felt in her hand. She rubbed her left hand down her thigh against the rough material, trying naively to get rid of the hum of nervous tension building up in her body. She rolled her shoulders back and forth. Her nipples felt raw after rubbing against the cotton shirt for the last two weeks. When we get out of this, I’m binding these god forsaken things.... If we get out of this.
She turned toward Nate on her right, the dirt crunching under her legs. She winced as a tiny rock bit through her wool pant