Debbie snuck into the pantry, to fetch some hidden weaponry. A wrinkle creased her brow. How could she do this? She didn't know how she could. These men had just walked into a trap and they were going to end up dead if something wasn't done to stop it. Dead Eye Les would see to that. As she pried at the loose board in the wall, the pantry door opened and someone slipped inside. She glanced over her shoulder to see who it was. He was leaning against the doorframe watching her and smiling his knowing smile. "Why, I do declare, you ladies have quite a mischievious streak in you, don't you?" Ezra grinned. "Just what are you doing down there with your hand in the wall?"
Debbie flushed from her chest up to her scalp. "Um... I was just looking for something, Sir." She snatched her hand out of the wall as Ezra approached. He peered in the hole. "Mmmnnn. I see." Then he straightened and looked down at Debbie. "Would you mind explaining to this wayward gentleman, just what in the tarnation is going on within the walls of this house?"
"Huh?" Debbie mumbled.
Ezra's gaze went from her dress and traveled upwards to her bosom, and finally settled on her eyes. The stare between them was almost electric and they both looked away, and then engaged glances again. Ezra reached for Debbie's hand. He placed a tender kiss in her palm and she felt her knees quiver. "My dear lady, something is afoot. Would you care to explain it to me?"
"Oh... that!" Debbie said and her eyes went wide with fright. "They're here," she whispered.
"Where?" Ezra whispered back.
"All over."