“Easy there, cowboy.”
James froze. He knew that voice.
“Keep out of this. We’re fine.”
This voice was higher but no less familiar.
“I’ve got ya, James.”
“He’s mine!” the high voice said. “I got us here, and I’m taking us over.”
James closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He’d already lost his balance mentally.
“James Cunningham.” Repeating his name, he tried the belt one more time.
“Gotcha!” the first voice said.
“No!” the second cried, fading as the car fell. One more light.
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