Joey swallowed and swore, kicking the fire again and almost knocking the pot from its perch. "Fucking sickos the lot of them. Let me at 'em... Tomorrow I'll kill them all. Bastards that think they can take and rape and kill whoever they want. I'll get them I'll... I'll shoot their balls off I will." The thought of the beautiful Andrew being hurt, made to do things he didn't want to do. It infuriated him. He thought about Jake. How he had been treated, beaten, hurt... Just because he was a pretty boy.

He stood up, feeling like going back to the town now. But then he glanced down at Andrew and saw the terror in the young man's eyes. He had scared him. He swore again and sat back down, biting his lip and glaring at the fire. "Sorry."