King's Spur

Occasionally Emily could see the glint of the river, some thousands of feet below before the clouds closed in again and she was forced to stop, breathing heavily, the shotgun still clutched to her swollen stomach.

She tried not to look down, putting her faith in the good Lord.

But the good Lord had better keep out of her way until she had finished what she had to do that night!

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