“Hoo-wee. I can feel your temper boiling from over here.” My twin, Ford, comes loping around the side of the lodge. Shaggy dark blond hair flops in his face. Though all of us Montgomery’s are well over six feet, he’s got the lean physique of a baseball player while I’m Marine through and through. One thing we share: we both have damn great aim. I knew stellar sharpshooters overseas, but Ford’s fastballs are legendary.
