“Now see? A skilled hunter knows how to track their quarry, without a doubt. But the best of them? Why, they need not hunt at all. They set it all up so that the prey comes to them.”
His gaze held as little concern as it did doubt. The man was sitting half-comfortably on the broad tree branch, leaning on the trunk. Hearing him again brought back the pain from the hits he had already taken from the bounty hunter’s guns.
This guy... What does it take to get rid of him? Jack thought, severely annoyed.
“Heading for the fudge outpost, right? Tell me how right I am,” Johnny goaded.
Amadee stepped forth, first to react. Of course.
“Right does not make might, Johnny pea brain. Come down here and get in my way again, please. I will punch you across the face so hard that your grandchild will fe
