‘I have killed for money. I have worked for merchants and aristocrats. I have killed for gold and killed for free. I have carried the banners of tyrants and madmen all my life. But no more. Today, I am a free man. I fight for myself. I fight for those behind me.’
Jino had tried to do it the right way. Take the bounty in alive. They never wanted to come in alive. Always putting on a brave face, threatening Jino with violence. As if such things were going to scare him. He had seen them before, had dealt his own hand. So it got messy, and as usual, Jino came out alive.
Jim turned toward a small house covered in soft snow and approached the door. There he rang the bell that hung on the porch.
‘You hoping someone’s home?’ Shivon joked.
Jim looked back and returned her smile, ‘you never know.’