But the sound of the ricochet startled him and his hand involuntarily knocked over a glass. Zeke yelled "Shut up, Doc!" and reality pierced his thoughts with a jolt.
Something was happening in that room. Something... not good. He couldn't make out the words, but the hysteria and strain in Zeke's voice told its own story as did the forced calm in Doc Morris's voice.
And there was Mickey's voice. Then the Sheriff's. Calm. But somehow placating.
Clint's brow furrowed.
If their voices were placating, they obviously weren't in control. And that, most definitely, wasn't the situation when he'd left.
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
...and still you keep us hanging Drew. Brilliant!