"Once I'm gone, they’ll just replace me," Colonial Stevenson stated.
"Then we’ll take care of those bastards too," I shot back.
We stood there in a tense Mexican standoff, each side reluctant to make the first move. That initial action would signal the start of a war, and I had no intention of being the one to ignite it. If they were looking for a fight, they would have to initiate it themselves.
Then, out of nowhere, I heard a car barreling toward us, screeching to a halt behind their vehicles. I watched as the front doors swung open, and figures dashed toward us.
“Dad, don’t do this!” my mom shouted, directing her plea at Colonial Stevenson.
“Mom!” I yelled back just as a deafening gunshot rang out, plunging us into a heavy silence.
Time felt like it was slowing down as Walke
