CHAPTER TWELVE
When I got back with the beer, Wyatt was calmly laying down the law and the girl was sitting there red faced and biting her tongue.
“We dragged your ass out of that hole in the ground, gave you a hot bath and a cold beer. I didn’t hear you complaining about any of that. It’s time you paid us back a little. If you treat us nice, we’ll be nice to you.”
She sat looking like he had just slapped her, and started to say something, then thought better of it. She didn’t have to read too far between the lines to recognize a threat.
“What do you want from me?”
“Nothing much,” Wyatt nodded to me and winked as he took his beer. “We just want to get better acquainted.”
I brought the gal her beer, but she was looking down and starting to tremble again, even though it was warm in the
