June’s POV
“That’s a low blow.” Hank glared at me and finally backed off, his eyes never leaving Claud as his hands remained clawed at the tip. Claud was my father’s best friend, he had been the only one in the town not to turn on me when Fredrick started to cause problems.
“What do Rangers have to do with anything?” I had made my way slowly back to my blanket, still keeping an eye on both of the tense individuals.
“They’re scum of the earth, is what.” Hank spat at Claud, some of the fluid hitting the old man on his boot.
“They are, and I’ve already accepted that I’m going to hell someday for it.” Claud made no move to clean his shoe, a look of utter regret settling onto him. “I-if I’d know what I do now way back all them years, I would have stopped what I was doing.”
I saw Hank hesit
