Marlowe
I watched through the medical tent's open flap as Reid knelt beside his cousin's cot, Bear standing sentinel a few feet back, and even from that careful distance I could see Danny's face — pale, sweating, the particular grayness of someone who'd lost more blood than his body could easily spare.
"Why," Reid said, low, urgent. "Why would you ride with them, Danny? You know what Blackfang's been doing. You know what they did to this club."
"Wasn't much choice by the end." Danny's voice came out thin, strained. "Vance's people don't exactly let you resign once you're in deep enough. Owed money. Owed favors. Man like that collects debts the same way he collected grudges — permanently, with interest."
"You could have come to me. Told me what was happening."
"Would you have helped? O
