She watched as the men hesitated, two of them leaving, evidently aware of his reputation. The third one, trying to be brave, held his gun up. Tristan shrugged, shot him in the shoulder, and pointed to the door with his gun. The man escaped, leaving him behind with her father alone. Tristan eased up on him and tucked his gun back in his waistband. Her father looked at him with venom in his eyes. Tristan sat down on the edge of the desk and leaned forward.
