The fear in her eyes wasn’t normal fear.It wasn’t fear of getting fired.Or getting arrested.Or even getting shot.This was something deeper.
Something uglier.
“They’re not normal people,” she said quietly.
Nugget shifted beside me.
Neither of us interrupted.
Goldie laughed again.The sound held absolutely no humor.“You walked into a hornet’s nest.”The wind rolled through the field.The corn rustled in the darkness.“And now you’re all going to get stung.”
I exchanged a look with Nugget, then looked back at her.“We’re not running.”
“You should.”
“We’re not.”
“You should.”
“We’re not.”
Goldie stared at me like she couldn’t decide if I was brave or stupid.Probably both.
“You need to run,” she said quietly.“Like I’m running.”
I shook my head.“No.”
Her shoulders dropped.“You really don’t understand.”
“Then explain it.”
She laughed.“You think I haven’t tried?”
I waited.
She looked away.“I’ve seen things,” she whispered.
“What things?”
Her eyes snapped back to mine.“You don’t want to know.”
That was bullshit because I absolutely wanted to know, but now wasn’t the time.
I took a step closer.“We aren’t leaving Madison.”
She stared at me.“Then you’re dead.”
Nugget barked out a laugh.
Goldie looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Saint’s Outlaws don’t die,” Nugget said.
I grinned.“See?What he said.”
She shook her head.“You’re both idiots.”
“Maybe.”
