The crack split the air. The elder crumpled lifeless.
Another shot. Another body fell.
The villagers screamed. Parents shielded their children, husbands shielded their wives fear surged like wildfire. The chief staggered, horror breaking across his face as blood stained the earth before him. His son dead, his people slain, his peaceful village taken over by horror.
"How could you pay us with wickedness!" The chief bellowed. "You came to us seeking shelter, we gave you more than that! Our food, clothes, water and yet you turn on us and...."
'POP' came the sound, the chief clenched his wounded chest as he fell to the ground.
"Damien!" Nora shouted, her facial features inked in disapproval of whatever was happening.
Did he not believe in karma? Had he not learned anything after they abandoned the rest of the Quinn's and were rejected when they sought help later?
How could he be so heartless to shoot people like he would flies! How?
Without hesitation, Damien pointed the gun in
