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two heads. “Okay, I’ll tell you what, you stay here with him,” she gestured behind herself, “and I’ll go look for her, just point me in the right direction.” She turned away to find her shoes.
    Georgie and Knight, followed by Show, who was actually called Freakshow, walked inside after the crazy woman wearing boy shorts and an oversized t-shirt that had bloodstains all over the front. She had blood on her cheek and her forearms, and several long streaks on her thighs. They heard her before they saw her, and could hear a man yelling at her to, “Just fuckin’ shoot me you cunt.” She was yelling at someone to, “Shut the fuck up,” and kicking the hell out of the man lying on his stomach, hogtied. The mystery of where the blood came from was cleared up by looking at her toes. They were glistening with fresh, bright red, when she drew her foot back for another shot.
    Show approached her and tried to take the gun from her hand without hurting her. She backed away and held the weapon in front of her body. Knight distracted her by shoving Dorsey’s hogtied ass onto his side and laughing out loud. “Well, well, would you look at what she has here, all tied up in a nice neat bow. Show, leave her at it, she’s done us a big favor and I’ll be damned if she didn’t shoot him too.” She didn’t relax as he thought she would.
    “I told you to watch him, I need to change clothes and find Gladys. All I need is for one of you to tell me which direction is northwest. She’s been out there all night and needs help.”
    Georgie stepped right up to the barrel of the gun. “Lady, I don’t know who you are, but my name is George. You told Knight on the phone that she told you to call me. I’m here, I’ll go find her and take most of my guys with me. You can take a shower and maybe try to get some sleep, ‘cause if you were in your right mind, you’d know better than to point a gun at me unless you plan to use it.” His hand came up slowly, and he almost had her, but she backed away and ran into the closet. They heard the lock click, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
    Georgie went out to the porch leaving Knight and Show to deal with Dorsey. The seven men with George started trekking north. He was in the lead for the first half of the walk. He knew when the younger men eventually got bored following his old ass, they spread out, first flanking him, and soon passing him. The brush and trees got denser the further into the forested land they searched. At noon, he told them all to start heading west, and to double back the way they’d come. She couldn’t have gotten this far in the middle of the night. It was broad daylight and he was sweating his ass off trying to cover the terrain.
    Beacon yelled for attention, and he headed toward the sound of his voice. Unfortunately for him, he chose to cut across a thick patch of wild roses and the fuckers had thousands of thorns. His legs got caught in those damn things and he had to pull himself loose with sheer muscle power. The only tree large enough for him to grab a hold of was covered in poison ivy, and he knew better than to willingly put his hands on the stuff.
    Georgie was one of the last to come up on the sight of Gladys lying over a small outcropping of rocks. He came closer and saw her right arm was bent at an awkward angle, and one of her legs was wedged to the knee between two of the larger rocks. She had a large lump on her forehead, and her skin, what he could see of it under the black camo grease, was pale white. Her body was shivering, and she was unconscious. His heart was stuck in his throat as he touched her face. “Oh, doll face, what in the hell were you thinking?”
    The rock had to be moved, and it was a good thing he had all this young muscle with him or he’d be digging the rock out by hand. They ended up having to take a couple of sturdy tree branches and wedging them between the rocks under her leg. When they got the rock to move, he