Date: 2006-05-30 01:00 am (UTC)
Compared to his brother and father, Beaver's built like a twig. He fights to catch his breath, stretching his arm forward to keep the gun out of Veronica's hands.

At the same time, he gets his other hand under him and pushes.

It's enough to raise him a few inches off of the ground. Enough to get some leverage; to expose Veronica's stomach.

He elbows her in the gut as hard as he can and rolls over, struggling to his feet.
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