Hank’s POV
Everyone was almost in the center of the town now. June was with her gaggle of ladies and children from the O’Shea’s, Ranger Ranald and his band of merry men, all the townsfolk that were left, and a drunken postmaster going on about the army as a train came whistling in.
“What the f**k is going on here?!” Ranald looked confused and fit to be tied, his skin going a bright shade of red as I pulled June onto a hug.
“A lot; that’s for sure.” Paul Senior shook his head, all of the townsfolk looking confused as all get out. “Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?”
“Yah think?! Why the f**k are we even in this town if there’s no wolf men, no injuns, and all this f*****g drama over one woman?!” Ranald who had just been hitting on June a moment before now looked at her with hostil
