Chapter 53Warpath Journal: Dateline: New Justice, New Mexico“Who's Amos?" Quincy's voice is the first thing I hear as I come around.
"What?" My eyes flutter open, and I see Quincy on the ground, just a few feet away. I'm lying on the ground, too, on my side. My mouth tastes like dirt.
"I was just talking to Amos." Quincy's face is still bruised and bloody from when I beat him, but he looks amused. "Or should I say, I was talking to you, and you said you were Amos."
"You're a riot, Quince." As I pry myself up from the dirt, I wonder how I ended up there. One minute, I was threatening to blow us all up...and the next minute, I was passed out on the ground.
"Amos was a real gentleman," said Quincy. "We hit it off. I liked him a lot more than I like you."
I get to my knees, the
