Rachel made her way towards the edge of woods, clearing her mind as she did so. She had to be alert, she knew this - if she let her guard down, she'd be dead, and that wouldn't do. There was no way that she was going to allow her potential to be cut short at the hands of...well, these people.
"Uh, I don't want to make enemies!"
Rachel turned back at Madison's cry, just in time to see the Blessing boy lowering his gun. His hands were wrapped around it tightly, and from this distance Rachel could just make out a finger a trigger. Rachel knew immediately
what Madison was yelling about, and it made her furious.
Rachel stormed back to the group as it increased in size, ignoring Madison as she feebly suggested getting to know the new arrivals. The somber boy had pushed all the wrong buttons, and Rachel didn't take kindly to those buttons being pushed.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rachel yelled. She reached into her daypack and pulled out her tambourine as she blazed a trail towards the boy with the gun. "What do you think you're doing?"
She strode through the tiny creek again and up onto the pseudo-island, only stopping when she was mere inches from Daniel. He may have been several inches taller than her, but that wasn't going to stop her laying down the law to this immature idiot who probably thought he could play shoot 'em up like in those video games they make and has no idea what on earth he's doing and
"let's get this straight. These are principles, you don't point a gun at Madison, you don't point a gun at the kid with the highlights, you don't point a gun at the karate girl, and you sure as heck
don't point a gun at me. If I see you do it again, I will not hesitate to slap you with this." She held up the tambourine, shaking it close to his cheek. The innocent jangling of the instrument would have lightened the situation if Rachel wasn't so angry.
Rachel turned to Madison, her brow knitted with rage and her eyes steely with resolve. "Come on. This boy can't be trusted." Then she turned to the rest of the congregation, whom she could've sworn were watching her during the entire fiasco. "I don't care if you follow or not. Go with Blessing if you want pals.
I won't be your chum
while we're here."
Rachel glared at Blessing one last time, murmuring, just loud enough so he could hear, "I better not see you again." With that ultimatum, Rachel turned on her heel and crossed the stream for the fourth time, her shoes edging increasingly closer to being irreparable every time she did so.
((Rachel Gettys continued in Keeping the Faith