The Proposal
Page 101
I drain the last of my beer and set the mug down on the bar, letting the Sheriff's words wash over me. It's not that I hadn't thought about this stupid blood feud between our families before. Hell, the old man raised us on stories of the past, stoking our bitterness and hate for the Longstreets.
Zach was enthralled with it. Completely indoctrinated into the Sheridan cult. I wasn't. Or at least, not nearly to the extent of my brothers. I like fucking with Clyde and pissing him off, sure. I had a natural rivalry with him and didn't like him in the least. Didn't like most of the Longstreet men I'd met, simply because I knew they'd been raised on the same kind of poison in their clan that the old man had poured into our ears growing up.
“Think it's that serious, Sheriff?”
He nods. “I do indeed,” he says. “And I'd hate to see you end up either way. You got a lot of potential in you, son. I can see you doin' great things in your life. But, you gotta get away from this place. Folson Forge may be home, but right now, it's only an anchor dragging you down to the bottom of the pond. You gotta break free. Of Folson Forge and your family. Live your own life. Make your own way.”
“And you think joining the Corps is the way to go?”
He shrugs. “It's one,” he replies. “There's a lot of other ways you could go though. You just gotta figure out which way is best for you. But, the one thing I need you to do more than anything, is get the hell out of here.”
I let out a long breath and look at the sheriff. He's a good man. Somebody whose word I can respect. And he's given me a lot to think about.
“Thank you, Sheriff,” I say.
“Good luck, son,” he replies.
I nod and slide off the stool. My mind is spinning in a million different directions and I can't make heads or tails of any of it at the moment. I figure there would be some blowback for that video. Hell, there's going to be blowback in my own house later tonight, because I'm going to tear my brothers a new asshole.
But, is the sheriff right? Could the Longstreets be gunning for me? Brawls between us were one thing. Boys will be boys and all that. But, to take a shot at me? To try and kill me? That is something else entirely.
I don't know if Burns is right or simply being paranoid about the possible repercussions of what I did with Bree. The only thing that seems clear to me right now, however, is that I have some decisions to make.
And making the wrong decision here could have a very big impact on my life moving forward.
It could possibly even cost me my life.
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