Cordell

I couldn't stand it anymore, Bonita had nearly killed that poor girl and she barely seemed to care, surely Will can do something. He was off a short distance in the forest whittling with a knife. He seemed lost in thought and unsure how to act next.

"Wi-- I mean Bruce," He looked up at my words. I wasn't sure what to say.

He stood when he saw my face, "What's wrong Thelma?"

"It's about Gertrude," I was concerned and his face became more serious. "She hurt a girl in the forest and I'm afraid she's going to die."

I couldn't stop myself and I began to cry as he took me in his arms. He spoke softly, "I have to go check now." He sheathed the small knife and took off running with the trinket he had crafted.