First I’ll slit your throat . . .
THEN I’LL BURY YOU
“Corey, I don’t rightly know what’s been goin’ on lately, what with you and Patch leavin’ the spread for days at a time and all, but I heard what you were just sayin’ about Jess Hart and I’m not gonna let you do it. I know you’ve always hated Jess, but you’re not gonna kill him. You’re not gonna kill anybody, if I can help it.”
“You’ll stop me?” Corey’s voice was contemptuous.
“You’re damn right I’ll . . .!”
Lofty’s voice trailed away as he found himself looking down the barrel of Corey’s gun. Patch’s eyes bugged wide. Corey’s face twisted into the mask of a stranger.
“Stop me then, brother,” Corey whispered. “Go ahead and try it . . .”