Chapter 59

“I’m going to bury that mutha,” Jeremiah was saying, pounding his right hand into his left fist, and Quinn winced, as he did not want to see Tam buried. But he couldn’t let him win, even though Tam remained his heart, his love, his own. They were combatants now. If the Temps could hold the Miners in the opening gambit, they would win. It was really as simple and as complicated as that, Quinn thought.