75 Days
"Don't worry about it too much; it'll just make you even worse. We'll practice some more when we get on the open road the sound won't attract Warriors. I'll teach you to shoot, no matter how long it takes."
Ryder looks at us from the kitchen. "Would the two of you please get a room?"
I glare at him over Reese's shoulder, but Reese looks unfazed. "Don't worry about him. He's just pissed off because you called him a redneck."
"Isn't he?"
Ryder wears baggy, faded jeans, and a stained sleeveless shirt. His hair is shaggy, and his face is unshaved. Plus, he looks entirely too comfortable holding those guns.
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