Tribes

by Mia Frances

Translation…he was a big oaf! A musclebound ape with a gerbil-size brain! Alex longed for spring when the plants would grow again and there'd be plenty of food. They wouldn't need him then. They'd be able to fend for themselves, be free of his control. But it wouldn't be easy! He wouldn't leave willingly, more drastic means would be necessary to get rid of him. Though he kept guns in the house, they weren't loaded. The ammunition was stored elsewhere. The trick would be to locate it without his knowing. She was hoping that having a gun pointed at his middle, and knowing she wouldn't hesitate to shoot, would give him incentive to move on. Not likely! The man was a stubborn son of a bitch. In the end, she'd probably have to shoot, maybe even kill him, to get him out of their lives. Alex had a hard time believing she was actually contemplating murder. But what else could she do? If ever a man deserved it, it was Wolf.

I’m glad she’s thinking this way!