The anger must have been evident in Jorem’s glare. Jacobs slumped and looked away. “They said you were good,” Jacobs said after a moment silence. “I figured they were exaggerating. When you tripped over your own shovel yesterday and fell on your face, I figured I was right.” Jacobs shook his head. “Then you take off through the trees like a deer. You up and disappeared in the middle of a wide open clearing and appeared like magic in front of me. As soon as we crossed blades, I knew I didn’t have a chance. Why didn’t you finish me?” Jorem’s emotions were still raw in his throat. He took the time he needed to get control over himself before responding. When he spoke, he kept his voice low and flat. As much as he wanted to rage at this man, he wanted to control the situation more. “Dead men don’t answer questions very well,”
