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Forty minutes later, Hunter arrived in his Bronco. Behind him rode One-Shot and Mackey on their Harleys, their hair soaked from the rain. Wendy handed Shea the rifle and climbed into the Bronco next to Hunter. Shea slipped into the back, holding the AK-47 next to her.
Hunter turned toward Shea, eyeing the rifle. “Where’d ya get the hardware?”
“From someone who don’t need it no more.” Shea glanced at Wendy.
Hunter looked at her as well. “What the hell’s going on with your shirt? You look like a goddamn hooker.”
Wendy shrank away from him, staring out at the rain, shoulders slumped. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Hey, I asked you a question.” He grabbed her arm.
Shea knocked his hand away. “Leave her alone.”
He turned and threatened Shea with a fist. “You want some of this?”
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