Hat

Carson’s eyes remain on the car until it’s out of sight, before he shifts his gaze to Misty. It’s cold and hard, the life snuffed out of them.

Adrenaline still courses through his veins, making his one hand a little unsteady, as he tucks the handgun behind his back.

He throws Misty a look of annoyance as she starts to say she would have been fine without him.

As she sinks to the ground, Carson realizes for the first time that she’s bleeding. Wiping his hand on his jeans to clear his own blood, he reaches down to help her stand up. Moving her hand, he takes a closer look at her wound.

“Don’t thank me,” he grumbles. “I just wanted to show up Drew again.”

He reaches back and pulls his t-shirt off over his head, folding it the long way and wraps it around her neck. “Now hold it there,” he orders.

Carson takes one last look around, opting to leave the other guns, and starts the walk back to TJY. He grits his teeth, walking with purpose. “You owe me a hat,” he mentions coolly.