Page 415 of Chaos has a Name
The old man turned his head and shut up fast.
“Gentlemen, don’t fucking test me when it comes to my brother. I’ll take off this badge so fast, and make sure I make your lives miserable—and the lives of your children.”
That seemed to work.
Elizabeth was in her glory.
So that’s what it looked like when someone went off on a bunch of men. She had to admit that it was kinda hot.
Gene lowered his voice so only Ethan and Elizabeth could hear him.
“I don’t care what you say. That’s hot.”
She gave him a fist-bump, and then kept drinking the coffee.
Callen was to the point.
“You know…theONLYreason I came back here to help most of you is because Timothy loved this shithole for some reason.”
He was pissed now.
“Didn’t you bang your wife’s sister?” he asked, going to the next man to make a point. “How’d that work out?”
The man looked horrified.
“Yeah, that was fun paperwork when your old lady tried to put that fireplace poker through your abdomen,” he said.
Rayna was taking a lesson. It was a masterclass in how to tell the old Natives off. She was saving this in her memories for later.
Callen kept going.
“And you,” he said. “I caught you with so much crack that you could have opened a storefront.”
The Native man stared down into his beer.
“Oh, and you,” he said, pointing at another older Native. “You stole the tires off of your neighbor’s truck, and I didn’t arrest you because I made you put them back.”
Lewis stared at his drinking buddy.
“I’m your goddamn neighbor,” he said. “You stole my truck tires? That was you?”
Well, his work here was done.
Chaos.
Sometimes, that was better than a bar fight.
“None of you drunks need to put Timothy’s name in your mouth, or mine and my brother’s. If Ethan comes back, you’ll shut your pieholes, and let him do what Timothy wanted him to do. Maybe if you stopped being racist assholes, and calling him fucking half-breed, he’d be more inclined to be here.”
Ethan was listening.
Oh, the name calling didn’t bother him.
What bothered him was that the old man was right. He needed to make up his mind. If he didn’t want to take over for Timothy, it should go to another family.
He needed to let it go.
Maybe the Blackhawk’s reign here as Shaman was officially over. It began with Timothy’s father, and it would end with him.
