Dark, damp, divine (pt.4)

A blond woman, a smoking Colt Anaconda in her hand, stepped into the circle of torches. His heart leapt up.
“Hey, Kasper. Sorry we’re late.”
“Oh, no. No, Sam, it’s cool.”
The woman clutched her wrist and screamed “You’ll pay! You’ll all pay! Our Father in heaven…”
“Shut up”, Sam said coolly as she kicked her in the chest and put a foot on her throat. “This is a free state, bitch. You should’ve left your fairy tales at the border.” She cocked the revolver and pointed it at the sobbing face. “Any last words?”
“Your kingdom come, Your will…”
Sam pulled the trigger. The woman’s face disappeared in a fine red mist. “Round up the others and deport them to whatever state they came from. Just get them out of mine”, Sam yelled, holstering her weapon.
“A little help?”
She picked up the knife and quickly cut the ropes around Kasper’s wrists and ankles. He slumped to the ground, exhausted. With her help, he managed to stand up, giving her a big grin. “Thanks, love.”
“Anytime, Kasper.” She gave him a quick kiss on his lips. “Let’s get you patched up.”
“I could use a shower as well. Not a bath, though. I really don’t feel like a bath.”
They walked a little ways away from the torches. Several jeeps could be seen approaching from across the meadow. Sam took off her body warmer and gave it to Kasper. He put it on and zipped it up, still mostly naked.
“They’re not gonna give up anytime soon, are they? Guess we were a bit naive.”
“Well, you know how it is, they got God on their side.”
He chuckled. “Good thing we’ve got each other then.”

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