“Alright. I will come to the point,” he said, lifting his head slowly, his fingers brushed against the brim of his hat as he raised it and revealed his face. He had a sharp jawline, a clean and styled beard, and his eyes were dark, like the abyss of hell.

He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He began, “My name is Jaxon Hale.” He paused, looking at my face, more like he was trying to read my mind. But his bad, he wouldn’t get anything from it. He continued, like I ...