Chapter 45

“They involved themselves. All I can do is try to ensure the least amount of casualties.”

After climbing into the room, Rory went downstairs to find Stella. The Saloon was crowded, and although the bartender was handing out whiskey like water, no one was in the mood for a party. All around, people were cleaning guns and stockpiling ammunition in the corner. Rory could tell from one glance that there wasn’t enough of either. The odds were against them, but Rory wasn’t fazed. Worse battles had been won in far more dire circumstances, or so the history books assured him.

Stella was in the middle of a group, people pressing in around her and chattering all at once. She sure had become popular, and had ended up as the unofficial head of the resistance. Libs was seated on her left side, warily watching the crowd that parted as Rory made his way to the bar and took the empty seat on her right.