Bullets rattled off in the distance, echoing around the Browncoats. "Zoe, what the gorram hell are you doing?" Mal shouted.
Looking up from the last of the surviving troops, whom she'd called in to their secure location, Zoe replied, "Circling the wagons round, sir."
"We ain't gonna die out here, Zoe," Mal replied as a flash exploded twenty feet away. "And do you want to know why? Because we have justice and fairness on our side. Our will is strong because our cause is righteous. The good Lord won't allow it."
"Just giving Him all the help I can, sir."