Angela

"Well you certainly bungled that one!"  Henry was raging.  He paced up and down in the small cave where they were hiding from posses and people.  "What were you thinking?  Oh wait, that's right, you're a dumb girl child that doesn't have a brain in her tiny shrunken head!"

"Henry I just..."

Henry's fist clenched and unclenched.  He drew his fist back as though he was going to strike Angela in the face.  "I don't want to hear any of your foolish excuses!"

Angela shook her head in frustration.  She kept quiet.  Her thoughts would not stop.  SHE had not bungled the robbery.  Henry had.  The investigative work that he had done was completely, irrefutably WRONG.  Henry was becoming lazy and sloppy.  After all, he was not risking much.  In his mind Angela was easily replaceable.

He had sent Angela in to crack a safe and crawl through an impossibly tiny space.  She had not even crawled all the way through the window before she heard an alarm sounding.  She saw people rushing about.  As quietly a possible she backed out and raced to Henry. 

Henry continued his ranting, "Why did you come back here?  You very probably led the Sheriff right to us!  I can't believe that anyone can be so stupid!  You had better remember that if you ever cause ME to be threatened I WILL hang you....slow and painfully!"

Angela walked over to the pile of groceries and reached in to pull out a stick of jerky. 

Henry snatched it away.  He put his face invasively right in Angela's face.  He screamed,  "You can't be thinkin' that you get to eat after your stupidity!"

Angela finally reached her breaking point.  She kept her face inches from Henry's face.  She screamed back at him, "This is YOUR FAULT!  I did everything that you told me to do.  If you starve me any more, I won't be able to rob anybody.  When they find my dead body, dead from starvation, they'll find you and charge you with murder.  Then they will hang YOU!"

A look came on Henry's face that Angela had never seen before.  If it had been on any one else's face she would have called it respect.  On Henry's face, Angela was quite certain that he simply accepted the truth of her statement.

"Make dinner witch!  You will eat tonight, not because of the stupid dangerous way that you stood up to me.  You will eat dinner because you will need energy to pack us up.  We escape tonight.  In the dark nobody will be looking for us.  If they are, they will not be looking for a man and his daughter!"  Henry's face again was revoltingly close, "Don't get the foolish idea that you have value to me.  Killing you would be so easy and pleasant for me.  I can train a new child any time I wish."

Slowly Angela backed away from Henry.  She had seen him shoot her faux adoptive Mother in the back.  She didn't trust Henry, never, not at all.  As she went about the process of cooking she tried to focus on the pleasure she would sustain in eating food, glorious food!