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“Let’s kill him.”
Sat by the campfire, trying to ignore his overwhelming fatigue, Micah’s head snaps around when Arthur speaks. But as he studies Shady Belle… Arthur is nowhere to be seen.
“Just put somethin’ in his food,” Marston says, but Micah can’t see him. “That’ll get rid of him easily.”
Micah clutches his gunbelt, his heart racing.
They’re gonna kill me, he thinks.
Hearing more voices, Micah clamps his hands over his ears. But he still hears them plotting, and when Dutch joins in, laughing about serving Micah poisoned coffee, Micah wants to scream, so goddamn confused and… scared.