The Price of Time

by Tim Tigner

wrath. Tory didn’t immediately continue his attack. In fact, he backed off. For a second, we sized each other up like gladiators waiting for the king to commence our battle. Then Tory grinned and reached around to the small of his back. He came out with nothing but a puzzled expression. Clearly he’d gone for a gun that was missing. I am not a boxer or a wrestler or a martial artist. I rowed crew in college. But standing two steps from Skylar’s limp body while staring at our would-be