Chapter 32

“I didn’t really ask,” Monty replied. When he saw Emmett scoot aside, an oily grin slid over his face. “So One-Eyed Jack has himself a boy…”

Before Emmett could blink, Jack’s pistol flashed out from beneath the folds of his coat. Aiming at Monty, he glared down the barrel and swore softly, “Another word and you die tonight.”

“We’re partners,” Emmett offered, hoping to diffuse the situation.

It didn’t work. Monty’s sly grin and insolent manner only made matters worse. Jack cocked the pistol a second time, his gaze steely across the fire. “Get out.”