The sheriff's hesitation at her words was enough for Tuck to lift his leg and knee the man right in the balls. Malcolm fell to the side, Tuck scrambling after him. "IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER-" Tuck screamed, lashing out at any part of the sheriff he could reach. He managed to punch the man in the side, but the sheriff retaliated, slamming the dart deep into Tuck's ribs.
Tuck stumbled backwards at the shock of pain, tripping over his mattress and crashing to the ground hard. He lay there, dazed and still, though it certainly looked for a moment like he'd died. Until he took a deep breath in, and then shrieked in pain as the dart scraped against bone. He reached up to pull it out of him, and the sheriff was on him again, hitting, kicking, forcing Tuck to curl into a ball to protect his belly and balls.