What?
No, I don't need to call the police for back up to protect me from my woman. THAT is MY responsibility.
We both come from extreme bull headed bloodlines. Fighting to the death before surrendering. Her family and my Chickumunga Indian (The Hostiles) heritage, go way back. What does that make my firstborn? My little "satan" Quintin? One hell of a challenge thats what!
think I am going to run to some cops to protect me from them? Think I am going to allow some doctor dope him up and make him a controllable placid zombie? Not while my heart is beating.
No I am never going to surrender until I find an answer to this dilemma, or I am dead dead dead.
I can handle my woman and my little tiger cub, or I can die a failure trying...