“You’re good with that slingshot. I’ll give you that.” “It’s not good enough. I need to be better. I want to fight for Fall Creek. For Gran and Milo and everyone else who can’t fight for themselves. I need to.” He halted and turned to look at her, his expression stony. He was so tough and hard, no give in him at all. “No.” Her stomach plummeted. She met his gaze without flinching. “Why not?”
