“Well?”

“That’s a question, brother, with a lot of answers.”

Jason screwed up his mouth and tossed a log into the fire.  “Am I dead, for starters.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” he grinned down at Jason, full of mirth.  “The man plugged you clean through the heart, I think.  And on the run, too.  Hell of a shot.”  He winked at Jason, and clapped him hard on the shoulder, “You done good, brother.”

“All I did was get myself killed.  Probably Uncle Phil, too.”

His brother sat beside him and shook his head, “Again… my body.”  He smiled, and said, “What you did was stir the pot.  You changed the variables just enough to allow the joker in the deck to mak...

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