“He’s awake,” Charlie announces. “What the hell, man?” I ask as I’m grabbed roughly under the arms and sat up. I’m in the bed of Charlie’s truck. “Hell, I’m sorry, kid,” Ford says, eyes wild. “You wouldn’t stop.” “You were gonna go into the snake pit,” Charlie says. “Couldn’t let you do that.” I rub my jaw. “So you cold cocked me?” Charlie loops his fingers through his belt loops and shakes his head. “You don’t listen.”
