Taking a break from cooking, I watch five year old Clint hide behind the play set with his water gun. He’s playing against Bull’s sons. One boy is “dead” from a water wound and Clint is tracking his last target.
What he doesn’t expect is Bull’s older son made a deal with Sharpie’s kid. Clint is so focused on sneaking up on his target that he never realizes someone is coming up behind him. I think to warn him, but Clint announces a few nights earlier that he doesn’t cheat. When Elle asks why, her brother says casually, “I don’t have to.” Yeah, the boy will run his own club one day.
Today, he’s about to lose when he shoots Bull’s boy while Sharpie’s kid aims at him from behind. Just when I think the game is over, Elle fires down from the play set, taking out Sharpie’s son.
Clint gives his sister a grin, but she just shrugs like it’s no skin off her ass. My little princess is the spitting image of Shay. They talk, walk, and act the same, so much so that no one sees anything of me in Elle. However, the look she gives her brother at that moment is all me. Who knows, maybe Clint Reed will have someone to watch his back after all.
The life I have now is like two sides of a coin. For my job, I crush skulls and scare thugs. Afterwards, I go home to an amazing woman and our beautiful kids who love me just the way I am. Never could I have imagined a reality where I’d have it all, but here the fuck I am.