Twenty-One
Holding people at gunpoint was archetypical antisocial. How had Chevy gone so wrong so fast? It’s not that he planned it. He’d seen a stunner skitter across the floor and grabbed it. When the one man had turned to shoot him, Gunfire had shot first.
The Gunfires practiced with all sorts of firearms. It was family tradition. It was how they’d gotten their name. The stunner barely qualified as a weapon, but it did the trick well enough.
The part that most shocked Chevy was the way Miss Redding had gone berserk.
Not like a guy who had one drink too many and bumped into someone so he’d have an excuse to go outside and brawl it out. She’d fought with thoughtless savagery, overwhelming the other Montague people with a prybar and utter mania.
Chevy had wavered for a half a second b
