Alexander stopped dead, though the pistol clenched in his hands didn’t tremble.
“EVERYONE STAY STILL!” the sheriff’s wife shouted, loud. “DROP YOUR WEAPONS!”
At last I managed to struggle, but the shove of the barrel against my head became harder.
“Fighting like that won’t help you, Mrs. Grant,” I heard in my ear, and felt the tickle of long whiskers against it, the guttural growl of a beast. “Cooperate and nothing will happen to you.”
“I CAN’T BREATHE!” I screamed again.
Alexander went pale when he heard me, and the murderous expression in his flashing gaze filled with worry. He hesitated before taking another step toward us. But what was he doing? He had nothing to stop bullets. What if they shot him? Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kaylee’s arm extended near her husband’s shoulde
