“I’m tired…” he says softly.
And that’s it.
That’s all it takes.
The guy holding him loses patience.
“Get up!” he snaps, yanking him harder.
Too hard.
Aspen moves.
I don’t stop her this time.
Because we’re already in position.
“Hey!” she shouts.
All three men turn.
Too late.
I step out of the shadows.
Weapon up.
“Drop it,” I say.
Calm.
Flat.
Deadly.
They hesitate.
One second.
That’s all they get.
The one on the left goes for his gun.
I fire.
He drops.
The second swings toward Aspen—
Ace takes him down before he can even raise his weapon.
The third—
He shoves Grandpa forward.
Uses him like a shield.
Coward.