Dead or not, that still fucking hurt and he let out a snarl, resisting the urge to just snap the boy's neck. No, that would make him and Bernie even and he was not about to do that. How much pain and destruction she would allow for the death of his sister was unknown to him, but if he killed one of Bernie's favorite companions then he was sure her leniency would end.
That was when he felt the blow on his head. Feel was the wrong word. It came so quickly that it was more like going blank suddenly. He would recover quickly even though the baseball bat that Bernie was holding had crushed the part of his skull where it had hit. She was crying though she wouldn't admit it later.
"Sit up, come on, we're going. Come." She urged Shiloh up so that she could carry him.
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