Did it matter? They had a job to do, a bounty to catch. One clean shot would fell Lin Ji, closing a chapter on Jack’s past. They would return to that nameless tavern in Oregon, claim their reward, and then they could begin to move on. Right now wasn’t the time to dwell on individual pain. They had a job to do. They had to stick to the plan.
“The race is tomorrow,” Emmett said, his voice low. He met Jack’s bitter gaze and refused to look at Monty. That man no longer meant anything to him. “We’re still after Lin Ji, aren’t we?”
“Emmett.” The knife eased up slightly, but Jack didn’t loosen his grip on Monty’s neck.
“Jack, please.” Emmett pushed away from the wall and squatted by the head of his bedroll. Slowly, he pulled the blankets toward him, tugging to get them out from under Monty’s l
