If a Minimus Hart could be exchanged for her forgiveness towards him, why wouldn't he be happy to do it? For him, it was a no-cost investment with guaranteed returns.
With Thomas Shannon's urging, Charlie River raised the horsewhip once more. At the critical moment, Minimus Hart reached a hand behind her back and quickly drew a pistol.
"Nobody move!" Minimus Hart held the pistol with both hands, the gun muzzle aimed at Sophie Sullivan.
The pain from Charlie's whip made her gasp; she gritted her teeth, enduring.
Thomas Shannon's cold eyes narrowed, an ominous aura flaring briefly before vanishing. Sophie was surprised; she hadn't expected Minimus Hart to have such a trick up her sleeve.
With the gun muzzle aimed at her, Sophie remained calm and composed. She curled her lips, mocking Minimus Hart's audacity. "Minimus Hart, do you think you can escape from here?"
