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“I was hoping we could do this the easy way,” Emmett said, advancing on us. “You know, I get where I want to go and you guys do the right thing and feel like Good Samaritans, have a story to tell your friends. But no, you had to be assholes. Why did you have to be assholes?”
“Perhaps the better question is, why did you have to pick such assholes?” Mike asked. He’d stopped when I did, but took a half-step away from me now.
I knew what he was doing. Of course, so did Emmett. Or whatever the hell his name was. “Hunh-unh,” he said. “You can cozy right back up next to your girlfriend there. And head back to the goddamned canoe.”
“I can paddle us just as fast if you leave her behind. Probably faster,” Mike said.
“What happened to ‘it won’t take you long to find help this close to the road
