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Chapter 4

Ethan knelt on the ground and peered at the prickly growth as if he could see through the briars. They heard a horse whinny, followed by a low groan of pain. Jesse stepped in front of Ethan to block him from the line of fire.

As a horse broke through the chaparral bushes and small trees, Jesse leveled his gun at its rider, who sat hunched over with hands clutched to his stomach. His dark shirt was impossibly black and wet, hands red with his own blood. Jesse would’ve recognized that blond mop of hair anywhere, and reholstered his gun as he leapt over the fire. “Jesus, Joey.”

Ethan stood as Jesse grabbed the reins from Joey’s limp hands.

“Jesse,” Joey whispered, looking up at them with wide, dilated eyes. Blood flecked his lips and cheeks, and when Jesse offered a hand to help him from the saddle, he slid heavily into Jesse’s strong grip.