“I was trying to save your life.”
“By giving up yours? Have you learned nothing?”
“Are you for real right now? Most people would say‘Thank you, Danny.’”
“Thank you? You want me to thank you for putting your life in jeopardy? What if you had been shot in the chest? Where would that leave Dante and Danika?”
“Woman, what if he had shot you? You antagonized the son of a bitch until he aimed his gun at you!”
Dante roared, halting our heated talk. “Oh my God, you two are going to drive me crazy. You’re both equally stupid and reckless.”
“Can you believe he just called us stupid?” she asked.
“And reckless,” I added, narrowing my eyes.
“I’m going to check on our daughter. And call in reinforcements,” Dante said, storming off back toward the cabin.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome.”
“Who do you think shot him?” she asked.
“I don’t know, but I think we’re about to find out.” I said, as I watched Winchester ride up on a horse.
“Did you shoot this fucker?” I asked.
“I did,” the familiar club brother admitted.
“Where the hell were you? We didn’t see anyone,” I asked.
“Pippen radioed when Henderson showed up. I was a little less than half a mile out when I took the shot.”
“You can shoot that far?” Missy asked in amazement.
“They don’t call me Winchester for nothing.” The brother smiled, then winked.
“From the back of the horse?” I asked, skeptical, but then again anything was possible.
Winchester just shrugged.
“My cousin’s a sniper. Don’t think he’s ever done it riding a fucking horse, though.”
“So now what?” Missy asked, bringing us back to the matter at hand.
“Gotta call it in,” Winchester said.
She gasped. “But you killed him.”
“Yea, but Nebraska has clear‘stand your ground’laws.”
“But you were half a mile away. You weren’t in any danger,” she argued. “Can’t the club just clean it up?”
You’ve got to be kidding me!
Now she is PRO-BIKER!“Now you trust the club?”
“For something like this? Yes! To keep him from getting arrested, yes.”