07-21-2017, 12:46 PM
"Just north... A few miles."he groaned, shutting his eyes tightly and exhaling as he shook his head,"She needs to stay and take care of the farm while I'm gone." Miller's hand moved to press against the bandage that covered the bullet wound in his stomach, hissing when the alcohol was dabbed on his wound, grimacing at the pain though keeping himself from cursing again. Thinking he was at his limit to be a sinner in front of a priest, biting his lip and exhaling, he still felt weak as if he would pass out though he didn't as he watched the other man.
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