The ringleader strolled closer to Drake and pressed the cold steel of the shiny Colt Walker pistol against Drake's temple.

"You are in no position to make a threat, sir," the ringleader said. "Perhaps I should put you down and grab that key myself. What do you think about that?"

Rosaline's shriek of terror echoed throughout the night while Sierra struggled futilely against Kyle's sturdy grip, desperate to reach Drake.

"Let go of me, Kyle!" she demanded, but he ...