We headed out after the jackass who was trying to get himself killed. My wife of a few hours was standing in the yard watching me with what I am sure was fear in her eyes, and I couldn't even take the time to reassure her.
It felt wrong to leave her like that, but there wasn't much I could do about it now. One of mine was in danger. Better she gets used to this s**t now anyway because these f***s are always going to be up to some s**t.
"Okay, what the f**k do we know about these fuckers in the hills? Has anyone ever been up there before?" I've never had any cause to move in those circles, and I tend to ignore stupidity at all cost, so I didn't know too much about the local hate brigade.
I do know that there've always been rumblings since I was a kid about the dumb s**t they got up to in
