Tonight my wife got off work and after getting home got in her pajamas to watch some TV while laying in bed. I was in the other room watching TV when ...she came in and said I want to show you something you will be interested in. She walked over to me with her phone in her hand, a sly grin on her face and said check this out. When she turned the phone towards me I immediately recognized it was Isaac's picture and she was on his Facebook page. I tried to act nonchalant and be casual but inside my. His wife tracked us and loosed an arrow that whipped by my head, nearly hitting me. The wind from its passage kissed the side of my face. Nephi turned to chase after Ghan.“If that hits us, we’re dead,” Pyrriah said. “No blocking or parrying.”I nodded.Nephi raced across the sand as Ghan outdistanced her. He turned. As he did, Kyaza loosed another arrow. At this range, I hardly had a chance to move. It buzzed past me and struck Pyrriah’s helm. Metal rang. My sister cried out, gripping. It’s okay. Reporters are people, too. Are there any more questions?”“Where did you get the handgun, and how many men did you shoot?” asked a cable news reporter.“I took it from the truck driver as he jumped from the truck. I will not tell you how many people I had to shoot. Sir, I’m disappointed that a professional journalist would ask such an insensitive question.”“Will you have any scars or permanent marks from this event?” asked a female reporter from a German station.“It’s a bit early to. To unhone bataya wo shopping karke jis auto se ghar laut rahi thi wo auto pani ke karan start nahi ho raha tha or wo auto dhundne ke liye tree ke neeche ruki thi…to mene unse kaha aap kahe to me aapko aapke ghar drop kar deta hu wo bht hi khush or gai or ok kehkar mere sath aa gai.. unse baaten karne par pata chala Naam Neha tha or wo divorced thi wo ek flat me akele hi rehti thi…raste me barsih fir se tez hone lagi thi..ham jese tese neha ke ghar pohoch gaye..wo bike par se utri or meri nazar.