Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20160521052428/@comment-25686329-20160522194754

The Yankee's flash of frustration got the better of him and he drew again, aimed, and pulled the trigger twice at a nearby tree, where real bullets ripped through the wood and splintered. He wasn't packing paintball or slam round; these were real. Yes, he had said 'welts' earlier, but that had been a bluff. Imprudent to make the extent of your firepower known from the get-out. But still, now...

His eyes never left Sandra as he did so, and afterwards, he let his arm hang down, still gripping the weapon. "How's that for more grilling?"

"Look, if you just turn away and forget you found me where I am, we'll call it square. Pretend nothing happened."