happens to you. He didn’t go to any trouble to get you here safe and sound, any more than He would go to the trouble to kill you." He raised his arms, demonstrating the muscularity of his faith. The balls of shot in the handicap bags on his wrists shifted swishingly, drawing Unk’s attention. From the handicap bags, Unk’s attention made an easy jump to the heavy slab of iron on Redwine’s chest. Redwine followed the trend of Unk’s gaze, hefted the iron slab on his chest. "Heavy," he said.
