Rogue
Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear.
"M-my name is Sam," she stuttered.
"Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone."
"You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone.
Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment.
"Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky."
"It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.
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