Iya turned from him and strode into the front entryway of the house his back straight and head held high proudly. He was still the lord of his patch of the jungle.
I couldn't believe it! I was almost free! Then I saw the two men and a woman standing on the dock and I knew what I was in for.
These three of my siblings ran together as a pack, they always had. They were full blood through their mother with each other and the two brothers felt that their sister should have occupied the spot in the family that had been given to me.
I'd had nothing to do with receiving the honor or, more aptly, the curse that had been bestowed upon me by my great-grandmother.
That I had no choice in the matter didn't occur to them. All three were jealous and as spiteful as hungry dogs cheated out of a bone. As the ferry came in closer the two brothers pulled out pistols. Seconds later there were the reports of two sharp rifle shots spaced closely together. Both brothers dropped their pistols and clutched at their shattered hands. My eyes drifted to the side to see Marshawn casually leaning against the corner of a dockyard building. He gave a casual wave followed by a cheeky grin.
It would appear that my father did want me alive for the time being. I got in my car and when the ferry gates opened I was gone as fast as the tires would spin. I had a long night of driving ahead of me, but I didn't care because I was free.