“How long do you reckon ya got until you turn?” I asked. “I’d be surprised if we made it to nightfall.” “Listen, Mister Johnson—” “You can call me, Stephen, I think since I’m asking you to kill me and two friends that we can be on a first-name basis with one another.” “But why?” “I don’t want to be one of…those things. And, I don’t want to bring a mob of ‘em back here, ruinin’ your set-up,” Stephen explained. “Also, I don’t want Jason to see you put a bullet in my head. No matter the reason…it’ll never settle right with him. You got your hands full enough with that Lee character. Difference between him and my brother, Jason isn’t just a buncha talk. He gets hot and it’ll turn to bullets.” “You aint exactly inspiring me to keep him around,” I said. “Right now…he sees that he owes you.”
