Chapter 137

“What I call myself.” River kept his gaze locked on Quinn. “Why’d you get pissed about cock sucker and not the others?”

“Oh, I got pissed about them all—but that one in particular because that’s the last thing I am, or ever would be. I hate fucking fags.”

River’s smile was ruthless as he replied, “Do you now?”

“Yeah. Why? Are you one?”

“If I was?”

Without a word, Quinn hefted the hunting rifle, even though it was still in its case.

River raised his pistol, then lowered it slowly, saying, “Lew, I think we’re of the same mind.” He stuck the pistol in the back of his waistband and walked into the cabin, beckoning to Quinn. “Come on in. I’ve got a fire lit. I think you could use it.”