Rick said, his eyes narrowed to slits. “All you want to do is take what’s ours.”The teenager was sitting on the bed of the motel room he and Ginny had been put in after the previous evening’s events. Matt was surprised they hadn’t tried to get away. Of course, if they had, they would have found one of Matt’s men stationed outside. “All we want to do,” Matt said, “is get out of town. But the only way that’s going to happen is if we clear the roads.”“So you’re going to just take one of our snowplows.” It was amazing how little the kid’s lips moved as he spoke. “Two of your plows,” Matt corrected him. “And one of your cargo trucks to haul gas in.”Rick’s uninjured hand unconsciously rolled into a fist. “They don’t belong to you.”“That’s why I’m asking.”“And if I say no?”“That would be disappointing.”“You’ll still take them, won’t you?”Matt stared at him, his expression neutral. “Rick, do you realize what’s going on?”“I know you’re going to steal our stuff.”“I mean, the bigger picture?”Rick glared at Matt for a moment before looking over at his cousin by the window.
