With his hand on Mal’s bent shoulder, Dan could feel the subtle tremors pulsing through the mechanic’s lean frame. If he was honest, he wasn’t far from shaking himself. He hadn’t been afraid, personally, but seeing that thug’s big pistol fixed on Mal, his guts had gone into a knot. If Mal were hurt or killed because Dan had brought him into this mess, forgiving himself would be hard as hell.
Right now, he was just thankful to the root of his soul that the violence had not erupted. Maybe the dark stranger was not as calm and cold as he’d tried to appear. Maybe he wasn’t a professional hit man or strong arm for some drug dealer. At any rate, Darrel had gotten in with bad company, but he seemed to fit in there very naturally. Water seeks its own level. Maybe this would take that bad penny, s
