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NATE WASN’T GOING TO shoot Gunderson. Not with the bastard holding Perci so tightly. He wasn’t that good of a shot. He’d never enjoyed it. Not like Joel and Levi had. The two of them could hit a walnut off the head of a pin, and had competed as boys to do just that.
But he and Matt hadn’t.
All he could hope to do was buy them all some time for Joel and the WHP to get there. “What about Clint, Clive? I think he’s going through a pretty bad time right now. Shouldn’t he get your attention now? He needs help.”
“He ain’t my problem. Never has been.”
“He’s your son!” Perci said.
Never had she looked smaller to Nate.
“No, he ain’t. My brother’s boy. I married Paula to give him a name.”
Stall. That was Nate’s primary thought. To stall. Before that bastard stepped any closer to the edge, or shot Perci. “So he’s your nephew. He needs you. He lost his brother, too.”
“That’s not what this is about. It’s about answering my damned questions once and for all!”
“What questions do you have?”