With a cruel laugh, the gunner shakes his head. “You kidding? I’m not letting you near my truck, boy—you got that? I’ve heard the s**t you pulled a while back, who was it? Gerrick?”
Trin winces at the name. He doesn’t care that this is the only gunner to ride through Arens all summer, or that the waystation is hurting for some of the coins in the man’s purse. This stranger is the first person to put his own guilty thoughts into words and even though Trin’s apologized for what happened, even though Blain says it’s not his fault, the truth stings nonetheless. “Get out.”
“You tried to kill him, didn’t you?” the gunner asks with a smirk. Trin’s hand closes over the wrench he set aside earlier. Tightening his fingers around the cool metal, he measures the distance between them. Had there actu
