The old man said, "Unfortunately, I can't kill you tonight. I've been given strict orders that you're his target, and he wants to deal with you personally."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Mind telling me who the person is?"

With a proud smirk, the old man replied, "The pride of the Driscolls in Gabo Creek—Joe!"

Andrew nodded. "I've heard the name in passing."

The old man scoffed. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Daring to snatch a woman Mr. Driscoll likes. I know you've been making waves in Blumedale. Governor McCormick and the Kellers seem to have your back. But kid, don't get cocky. In front of the Three Titans, you're nothing more than a weed waiting to be pulled."

Andrew smiled. "Got it, castrato."

The old man's eye twitched at the insult. "Watch your mouth when you say that word."

Andrew grinned wider. "Sure thing, castrato."

The old man's voice sharpened. "You really have a death wish, don't you?"

Andrew remained unfazed. "What a thing to say, castrato. No one