This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...The big man, with the help of his new wives, had managed to prop himself into a sitting position against a tree with six inches of a crossbow bolt protruding from his coats, the bolt obviously buried in his chest.
Morales turned his head to spit blood, before wheezing, "Who the fuck was he?"
"I don't know, but the bastard will never shoot anybody again," Jasmine absently returned as she tried to determine exactly where the bolt had struck her husband. With all the clothing he had on, and not wanting to move any of it which would have jarred the bolt, it was hard to tell, but she thought it had hit somewhere on his left chest.
No, no, she kept screaming in her mind, He can't die. He just can't.
The wolves, their muzzles bloody, came dashing over to push Ashley and Christine aside so they could lie against Morales sides, whining so loudly that it was distracting. "Hush," Jasmine told them. "He's going to be all right. We just need to get him out of the cold."...
Have a goodun;
Roust