Wyatt Wright's gaze landed on the woman held hostage by Nicholas, and after only a moment's hesitation, he agreed, "Okay."
Sean White laughed heartily, "You and your father really are exactly the same."
Wyatt Wright lifted his gaze to look at Sean White.
Since Wyatt Wright would become his captive, Sean White wasn't afraid to tell him, "Back then, your father also came alone, armed only with a pistol, to keep an appointment with me." Sean White said in his terribly broken Gregner language, "Like father, like son."
No matter how capable or skillful, no matter the prowess of a generation's hero, he still fell because of a woman.
Wyatt Wright stood straight, his eyes focused, "Was it you who killed my father?"
His voice was low and deep; as the sun dipped lower, the fragmented gold swirling around him seemed to darken, the parched and cracked ground as if something was burrowing out from the pitch-black fissures.
An unexpectedly suffocating desolation and gloom descended.
