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Stop, or I’ll shoot,” the voice cried, scared, almost begging.
Caine stopped. Drake stood beside him.
“Shoot?” Caine demanded, sounding puzzled. “Why on earth would you shoot me?”
“That’s we’re opposed to do.”
Caine laughed. “You can’t even say it right. Who are you, anyway? If you’re going to shoot me, I should know your name.”
“Josh,” the answer came. “It’s me, Josh.”
“It’s me Josh,” Caine mimicked.
Drake snarled, “You better step off, me Josh, or me Whip Hand is going to hurt you.
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