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A Perfect Confluence:
“To answer your earlier question, Noah, I am the shark. Sharks hunt alone. Sharks are completely ruthless. Wolves take care of their young — which means they have some compassion — but sharks eat their young. I will swallow you whole in one bite if you err here, young man. The fact is, this whole matter was settled before you even walked into my office today. You showed some chutzpah for coming in here, yes, but that doesn’t change your situation. You are still faced with a straightforward and simple choice. Do you want to live or to die?”
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“If you are havin’ second thoughts, Noah, this’d be the time to take off and leave me. You could just start running and never look back, and, with no Guerros left to hunt ya, you’d be a free man. I love you so much, I’d even give ya at least three steps before I pulled my gun outta my bag to stop ya. By that time, you could be halfway ’round this block and out of harm’s way.”
Her threat made Noah freeze in place. Becca had just executed Francesco Guerro effortlessly. She was a marksman who never missed.
There was no real doubt within Noah about continuing on with her, but he made sure not to move a muscle or to give her one of the three countable steps she’d given him to back up her threat.
He stiffened, and Becca let out an easy and warm laugh that immediately put him at ease.
“Oh, Noah. Course I’m kiddin’ around with you. You and I both know you’re comin’ with me so we can find the promised land together. Plus, I’d never aim a gun at ya, my love.”
He smiled at her, walked up and took her arm back into his, and started walking again. It was time to get back on the river, paddle away from trouble yet again and head toward the new future that awaited them.