“Wait,” Greg exclaims.
Deacon turns around to find Jaimie walking to them. She asks if she could learn to shoot
“I think I want to be a shooter.”
Greg abruptly asks her, “What about your girls?”
With her forehead wrinkled, her fear is evident. She tells them that she trusts them and knows
that she will be ok. Deacon smiles.
“If that is what you
want to do, I’m not going to be the one to tell you that you can’t. Besides, the more shooters we have, the
better the chances of surviving.”
She half-hardily smiles and walks away. Deacon resumes walking back to his
truck.
“Wait!” Greg tells
him again.
“Oh, I thought you were getting me to stop so Jaimie could
talk to us.” Deacon tells him.
Greg then asks, “Why did you send Luke with me?”
Deacon puts on his welding equipment, without looking up as
he tells Greg, “Luke is the only one I trust with your life. I’m in the semi, so I can’t do it. He is the next best thing.”
Deacon returns to working on his truck while Greg stands in
bewilderment. Greg had not thought of
the fact he was losing his shooter, but it was obvious Deacon had. Deacon starts the welder back up, and starts
working on his semi again. Duke lays
down by the welding trailer, watching Deacon work.
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