Chapter One-Hundred and Ninety

“Hwkins pushed that tree forward, the old bastard,” Cash muttered.

“Yeah and I tripped when he did that.” Wilder nodded. “I flew into Cash.”

“Then both of them slid down the embankment,” Hawkins added. “I had to let go. But the tree was just fine. It only broke a few smaller branches.”

“THE TREE?...