Page 82 of Saber Fool's Day


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His eyes light up. “Are you interested in joining us?”

There’s still an us? Interesting.

“Not sure. Need to learn more,” I answer.

Dakota gives Cat the stink eye. “Maybe if you sat down, I could tell you more.”

“She’s not moving.”

Cat looks my way again. I shake my head. She huffs out a laugh.

“Dakota, I don’t have all day. Either you have something to say to me, or I’m off to find Jeffrey Rose alone. I’m an excellent tracker,” I tell him.

An evil grin spreads across his face, and he practically salivates at the news. “I could use an excellent tracker.”

“I can see why you don’t have one,” I snort. “Your persuasion skills leave a lot to be desired.”

“Hey!”

“Did all of those people in Indiana owe you money?”

“Now, listen here…”

“Maybe they were rejects from other tribes?”

“Stop it!”

“I haven’t seen one tiny reason to join you,” I turn to leave.

“Wait! I have reasons. Good reasons!”

I half-turn back to him. “Talk fast.”

“We’re striking back at the white man!”

“Not good enough,” I reach for the doorknob.

“We’re going to start our own country!”

I pause. “I’m listening.”

Dakota’s eyes flicker between lit up with glee and dead, like a shark’s. “Everyone is focused on the wrong thing. They’re talking about their president and the economy. They complain how they can’t make any money, but they’re not trying to do anything about it.”

“So, you’re starting a multilevel marketing scheme?” Cat snorts.

Dakota slaps the table. “It’s not like that.”

“Sure sounds like that,” Cat grins.

“Of course, you’d think that,” Dakota shakes his head. “You Sabers. Everything comes so easy to you. People hand you jobs on a silver platter. You don’t play by the rules, and no one seems to fucking care.”

Cat’s easy-going grin is gone. “What do you know of the Sabers?”

“I know your twin sister practically gets away with murder,” Dakota spits on the floor. “She left me for dead at my house.”

“You mean the house you rigged to blow up? The house where you dragged her to kill her?”

Dakota leans toward her, and I reach for my knife. He senses this is not a good move and stays on his side of the table.