Marcus set Waldo down, and the elderly woman clutched the dog, still trembling, whispering, “Waldo, Waldo.”

Waldo, too, was rattled and barked furiously, “Woof, woof, woof.”

“Young man, you’re injured,” the elderly lady observed.

Millie held Marcus’s wounded hand, her anxiety palpable. She desperately recalled what to do when someone was shot.

Marcus examined the wound and reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Millie recalled from a book that she needed to promptly apply a tourniquet above the gunshot wound to control the bleeding.

Lacking a proper tourniquet, she grabbed a nearby towel and tightly wrapped it above the gunshot wound, pulling it taut.

was taken aback by the fact that Millie possessed knowledge of first aid for

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Marcus handed

a single round left. Do you see that

on top of

a quick look at the substantial beehive and agreed, “Good

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swarm of bees scattered in every direction,

men were incapacitated by the stinging sensation and couldn’t maintain their grip on their firearms,

confirming that Ryan and his gang had all left, Marcus’s tense muscles relaxed, and he

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