Thomas Mullen - The Many Deaths of the Firefly Brothers

It took a second to register. “You can’t run me out of my own town. I got family here, I got—”

“I can’t? You’re lucky I’m being so polite about it. I ain’t always in this good a mood.”

They stared each other down. Jason could feel some of the truckers from inside the office and others out on the sidewalk watching them. He searched for some angle to play, but there was none. He turned and walked away.

The next day he inquired about a few more jobs, but halfheartedly. The straight life was revealing itself to be nothing more than a mirage, and Jason cursed himself for being so gullible. Pop had always believed in playing by the rules, working hard and following the law, the American dream, and look where it had gotten him. Jason burned with shame at the way he had lost face in front of that cop. He was better than this. If the cop was so sure that Jason’s Fireson blood doomed him to being a murderous outlaw, then Jason would do him one better: he would be the best goddamn outlaw anyone had seen.

His thoughts returned to Marriner Skelty, an old yegg he had befriended during his second stint in jail. Marriner wasn’t like the Lincoln City small-timers Jason had walked out on; he was smart and professional. Marriner had other friends, particularly skilled friends, some of whom Jason also had met behind bars. Marriner’s jail term was nearing its end, as were some of the others’. Jason started visiting Marriner at the same visiting room where his brothers had very infrequently visited him. The view’s nicer over here, he told Marriner the first time, smiling.

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