Chapter 74 – Eighteen Pups And Counting

• “Jesse,” I groan, stumbling forward and knocking my hand hard against his shoulder, making him fall back a step and laugh. “If you go to pieces on me, I’m going to kill you! And trust me, the Deadlands is not a nice place, okay? So, save us both the trouble.”
• “Yes ma’am, yes ma’am,” he murmurs, glancing out over the wasteland of this place and holding out his glass for a refill. I oblige, the whiskey appearing in the glass.
• “Is that what this little conference is about?” I ask, glancing inside where Anton sits with Laila and Midnight, not precisely himself yet but working hard to participate and cheer himself up. “You want to get all sentimental about me growing up?”