~Volant~

Dent tried to stand up and run, but his knees buckled under him. His arms involuntarily caught his fall. "Ow!" He swore. He should've waited until he was better...

"Thank you." he raised the gun...his hand was shaking. Why was his hand shaking? Wasn't this what he wanted? They all wanted Rusty dead, didn't they? Rusty squinted at him ...

"What are you doing here?" Rusty snapped at her. Then he spotted Dent behind her. "What are you doing here?!" "Last time I checked, this is my tent," Dent snapped. ...

Dent cursed. Maybe he would shoot him. He didn't believe in fortune-telling anyway, did he? Didn't he used to watch gypsies lie about it all the time? He fingered the ...

Dent sighed. "I told you, I don't know if that's what I'll do....it's an idea, though. A very good idea, but still an idea..." he shrugged. Ow.

Dent snorted. "For heaven's sake, the man is fat enough. That's a target a sun-blinded mole couldn't miss."

Dent sighed and laid back. He had forgotten about that. "Well...." he thought about it. Where could they go? No gypsies. They'd sell them again to another circus..."Well..." He was ...

Dent gasped. "OW!!" She pulled back. "Sorry, forgot." He ignored the apology. "He seems keen on being burned, and that would also be satisfying. And anyway, who's to say it ...

Dent cut across her. He didn't want to talk about Cowboy, not now. "Shooting Rusty will help everyone," he insisted. "We can all escape, no more kids can be enslaved, ...

Dent smiled weakly. "Do we have to talk about that?" Kaiya nodded. "Well...I found it in the Gunner's tent. Figured it was one of his. The man has a lot; ...

Dent eagerly propped himself on one elbow to look at her. "Yeah, sure!" he said. "Of course you can!"

Dent sighed and laid his head back, then smiled at Lark. "Thanks," he whispered. She nodded curtly, then bit her lip, like she was going to say something important. "Thank ...

Dent sighed and closed his eyes. He just going to lay here for a while.... "Good luck, Adeline," he told her. People were backing up from him. It was sort ...

Dent swore and shoved his shirt back over the weapon. Ow! This time it wasn't only his arm....was it his ribs? His back? He wasn't quite sure... He shook his ...

Dent involuntarily snapped his arm back. "OW!" "Dent, we've got to--" "I know!" he snapped, then took a deep breath. That hurt, but he had to calm down. "I know. ...