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When he got back to camp, he was surprised to find Walker sitting next to the campfire, sipping what looked like a fresh beer.
“No traitors in camp,” Sawyer said, rolling up his sleeping bag.
“Hey, I thought I was protecting you.”
“From a three year old?” Sawyer asked with a scowl.
“No, I thought Remy and Colt hooked up.”
That gave Sawyer pause. “That’s f****d up, man. You can go ahead and go now, though.”
“I’m here to report on Shiloh.”
Sawyer arched a brow.
“Your son?” Walker asked.
“Oh.” Sawyer scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t get around to asking his name.”
“No, I see that you’re busy out here in the wilderness,” Walker said, glancing around.
“Well? What’s the report?” Sawyer asked, already impatient.
“He’s doing fine. He’s home with Remy.”
“You went by?”
“No
