Chapter 745

• Holy Joe hid in the bushes, his heart pounding. He watched in horror as the Arab who ahd been hidden in the bushes, stepped out and held a revolver to Hila’s head.
• He knew he had to do something, but What? The old dog in his arms growled menacingly and he had an idea.
• He picked up a boulder, watching as the men approached Hila, jeering and calling her filthy names. She could not, did not say a word as they pushed her to the ground and he saw her expression, dead and unemotional.