Five Days To Kill A Man
She scrambled at her clothing, coming up with her derringer.
"Vivian!" Tallman shouted as he reached for the small gun she pointed at Traber. He firmly grasped her hand and she moved the gun away. "We need him alive."
Vivian loosened her grip and let Tallman take the derringer. She wanted to encircle him with her arms and cry for two hours, but she bit her lip and held strong.
"Jesus Christ, Viv," Tallman said as he looked down. Her whole body from her knees to her face was criss-crossed with red welts. Catching his eyes, she looked down too. She cradled her breast and examined the two small burns.
"I'm sorry, Viv," Tallman said.
"I'll heal. Just be glad you got here when you did. He was about to get rough."
"Traber," Tallman said as he looked toward the man, and Vivian began to dress. "You better pray you hang. Cause if you don't, I'm going to show you how it can take five days to kill a man."