Chapter 33 The Uninvited Truth
- I straighten up. I could sit here, starve, and cry about my feelings… or I could do what I’ve always done—survive. If Jack couldn’t feed me, I’d do it the old-fashioned way.
- If bounty hunting taught me anything, it’s how to live without comfort. I’ve done it before. I can do it again.
- Rabbit stew. Wolf style.