“Fuck, King. You gonna live?” I smiled at him, there was blood in my teeth, but I spit it out on the floor and grabbed a fresh clip from inside my vest. “Think so, Wes. But we’re going to die here today.” Wes paled, his eyes flicking toward the kitchen. I knew he was thinking of his own family. The same thoughts I had but probably deeper. From what I understood, his connection to Callie went all the way back to when they were just little kids. “What were you going to name your kid, Wes?” His stare lowered to the floor as more shooting echoed around us. One of the Stone Riders went down. A man
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