I’ve never heard Travis sound so hard. “I can count to five too. And here’s what I count. I can kill at least two of you before you get to me. She’s good with her gun. She’ll shoot at least one of you. That just leaves two. And the dog’ll be at the throat of one of you before you can get a shot off. So that’ll just leave one. Not a real good deal for the four of you who’re dead.” “And I’ll kill myself before any of you can touch me,” I say, trying to sound as fierce as Travis.
