Please...

Fire flashes in Con’s eyes as the verbal match continues. As Nate steps up to him, he meets the challenge with a dropped shoulder, prepared to swing.

Still afraid, Laura doesn’t even think, and pushes herself between the two men. Tears stream down her face. “Con…please don’t…” She turns to see Nate. “I’m so sorry…” Her voice falters. “Please…just let it go…I don’t want anybody getting hurt.” She lays a hand on her brother’s chest. “I just want to go home,” she pleads.

Con glares at Nate, but his sister’s presence helps him back down, his hands relaxing a little. For Laura…he would stop. “Alright…” He takes her under his arm again. “We’re leaving,” he informs Nate with a warning. “Back off and let us go.”

Once again, he turns to walk away with his sister and Jamie.