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He rose slowly to a crouch, staying behind the tree as he continued to scan the woods for any sign of movement. Becca had no idea what to do; in fact, she realized that she wasn’t even sure where she was or how exactly to get back to the cabin.
Her heart started to beat faster when Griz raised his pistol and aimed it, but then, his shoulders relaxed and he lowered his gun.
Becca peeked over his shoulder and saw a figure coming into view through the trees, wearing a leather jacket and coming toward them casually. As he got closer, she recognized who it was.
Ripper.
“Ripper,” Griz said, to get his attention as much as welcome him.
“Hey, Griz,” Ripper said, then, on seeing the gun, added, “Whoa, whoa! Easy with that! Are you fishing out here, or hunting?”
Griz tucked the pistol away into the back of his waistband. “Sorry about that, Ripper. I didn’t know it was you.”
“No, I get it,” Ripper said. “Can’t be too careful, even all the way out here at your dad’s cabin. Man! It has been a while since I was out here!”
“How do you know about this place?” Griz said.
“Are you kidding? I helped your old man pick it out. I was working construction back then, and let’s just say I liberated some materials to aid in the construction of the cabin.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Oh, yeah,” Ripper said. “I haven’t been out here in forever, though. I’d forgotten how nice it was out here. Quiet.”
Quiet is one word for it, Becca thought.Also boring, a little dirty…
“Is that Becca behind you?” Ripper said.
“Hello, Ripper,” Becca said, still keeping Griz between the two of them. “You seem to be playing nice today.”
“Look, Becca,” Ripper said, holding up his hands, “I know you and I got off on the wrong foot. I’ve been meaning to apologize for that.”
Becca’s eyebrows raised involuntarily. “Really?”
“Really. You got dragged into a situation that for a civilian, must seem pretty fucking crazy.”
“That’s one way to put it,” she said.
“So I get it that you feel the need to handle things on your terms. And frankly, even though I’ll admit at being a little annoyed at first… it took a lot of guts for you to come into our clubhouse. Even more to tell me what was what. I can respect that.”
“I’m…” Becca said, at a loss for words. “Okay.”
“What brings you out here, Ripper?” Griz asked.
“I wanted to talk to you, Griz, about my gun contact,” Ripper said.
“Me?”
Ripper nodded. “Before I took it to the whole club.”
“Why just me?” Griz said.
“Because it’s your dad lying in a coma because of those Death’s Head bastards. Not mine. Not anybody else’s. Yours. So as far as I’m concerned, you’re the most important voice in this conversation.”
“I’m not,” Griz said. “I’m not more important than anyone else in the club.”
“You say that, and that’s cool. I mean, you’ve always put the club first. I respect that. I always have. But it just felt right to come to you with this first.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t be here for this,” Becca said.
