Snapper remained calm. “I won’t tell you again.”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t take no orders from no one. Especially no half-breed.”
To his credit, Snapper didn’t even flinch at the insult. It was as if he’d heard it a million times. Which from the look of him, he probably had. His Native American heritage was evident.
He looked from Bucky to Billy, judging distances. Bucky stared at him, easily reading his intentions. A smile curved his lips. I reckon he’d been looking for a fight. And I was pretty sure he was about to get more than he bargained for. Snapper seemed peaceful enough but who knows what he had in his pocket or what skills he had.
“You want her?” Bucket taunted him. He noticed as I did that Snapper’s gaze flickered to me then back. “She is hot, ain’t she? Pissy attit
