Collin asked Steven. They were at the shooting range, working on their times and preparing for the hunt this weekend. The group was growing bigger, and more men were joining, coming in from other towns now that they were promised the lifestyle of kings. “What the hell do you think I want to do? I want to find her,” Steven replied and then he placed his ear protection over his ears and clicked off a few shots. When he was done, he looked at Collin. He held his gun firmly. Collin was his best friend, his buddy for years. He finished his session and then removed his headgear. “She’s out there. We’ll find her.” “We never should have handled it the way we did. If we were patient, and I waited to slowly involve you, she would be here,” Steven said to him. Collin squinted his eyes and looked around them to ensure no one was eavesdropping. “We didn’t have a choice. Anderson had his eyes on her and you know it.” “He knew she was mine. He knew I was planning on marrying her.”
