A couple of Brad Wesley’s minions came to terrorize Dalton again. The big one — the dummy — was throwing packages of liquor out of the back of the truck with your help. Dalton was fighting off one of them, Wade the other. You freeze as the four men start fighting — you never wanted any part of this. Wesley had this… control over you. You stare on in frozen horror as Wade leans over the man he’s laid out on the ground.

“Damn.” Wade grins as he smooths his long hair back. “Bet that hurts, now, don’t it?”