Re: Look what the cat dragged in
Rather O'Rourke bounds up, ready to deliver a scolding...but Alouette seems unhurt by the push, so the words die unsaid.
Then there is the explosion, and Aloutte's question seems to completely stump him for a moment.
"Er, no...well...yes, I suppose that...that would be one way to describe it..."
Cantrell stands, grimacing and clutching his belly wound. "We should be out there." he says. "We ought to be hunting down them Jellicle bastards, instead of standing here yelling about the dead and buried past."
"Wait a moment now...if that's the Ranger gettin' blowed up," Jesse says, "I say we done stay out o' the way. Let her get herself kilt. Ain't our problem, and she's got it comin' for those big britches she's been wearin'."
"You're dumber than a sack of hammers, ain't ya?" Cantrell sneers. "You think you got it bad with just one ranger here? Wait until word gets out that a band of outlaws took her down. You don't know what hell is until you've seen a whole mess o' Rangers descend on a place lookin' to avenge one o' their own. They'll tear through you and your dumbass friends like a hurricane through a cardboard box!"
"And maybe they don't need to hear nothin'." Jesse growls. "Maybe they don't hear nothin' cause someone sewed your nigger lips together."
Cantrell's eyes narrow. "Are you threatenin' me, boy?"
"Seems to me you done already lost one gunfight today." Jesse spits back. "Care to make it a second?"
"ENOUGH!" Roars the preacher, stepping in between the two. "Not another ill word from either of you! Have you forgotten where you are? THIS IS THE HOUSE OF GOD!" He whirls and points a finger at Jake. "And you! You consort with powers best left undisturbed, you deny the chance to save your soul, you push around innocent creatures still learning about the world, yet have the gall to ask for pity!? For shame, sir! For shame!"