Sept. 17—Present Day
I gaped at Zuro.
“You’re threatening to kill my brother just so you can sleep with me?”
Mohawk man walked casually over to Zuro, draping an arm around his shoulders.
“She’s cute, but not real bright, brother,” he said, glancing toward me with a smirk. “Why don’t you let me take her for a ride, get her trained up for you?”
He gyrated his hips suggestively and the rest of the guys snickered. Zuro turned fast, punching him in the stomach. Mohawk man doubled over but managed to stay standing as Zuro grabbed my arm and jerked me out the door. He marched me away from the trailer into the orchard until we’d gone a pretty good distance, then pushed me back against one of the trees, leaning into my face and grabbing my shoulders.
“I don’t want to sleep with you,” he said,
