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lips and frowns. John steers his horse closer to hers again. “They’ll be fine. Don’t worry, ok?”
    “Yeah,” she finally says on a nod. “I just don’t like leaving them. It’s not like Grams and Hannah would be any help if something happened. You know, something like what happened to the Reynolds?”
    John has thought quite a lot about their neighbors who were attacked. He doesn’t like the idea of the same thing happening to the McClanes. He really doesn’t like to think about anything happening to Reagan McClane in particular, though it would only piss her off to know this.
    “It won’t. Nobody can sneak in on us anymore. I’ve got the drive set with charges so that they’ll hear if someone comes down it now. The back perimeter is set, too. They’ll be fine,” he says patiently as his horse slips once on loose shale and rights herself again. “We just need to focus on our mission tomorrow. Don’t think about the family when we go in to the city. It’ll just distract you. Leave them in Derek and Kelly’s hands. Trust me. They are more than capable of handling a band of losers like the ones who attacked the Reynolds.” She’s quiet again, processing in her big brain. It makes John grin when she does this, though he doesn’t let her see because he doesn’t want her to think he’s laughing at her.
    “When we went to the suburbs for supplies with Derek did you kill very many of those guys?” she asks pointedly.
    He really doesn’t want to answer that. She doesn’t need to concern herself with the finer details of that afternoon. He and Derek had killed seven men, but Reagan doesn’t need to know that or know how it was done. There hadn’t been much of an alternative. Men that victimize women and helpless children and take over their homes don’t deserve to live. He also knows they have to spend the next few days alone together, and John doesn’t want her to be at all afraid of him.
    “Let’s just focus on tomorrow, ok?” he suggests to which she frowns.
    “Fine,” she answers testily and looks away from him. They are back in dense woods again, the ferns of the forest floor brushing against the horses’ legs.
    “If anything happens to me tomorrow, I don’t want you to get involved. Just run, ok?” he tells her firmly.
    “What do you mean?” her green eyes flash with worry as a sharp wind gust blows her curls in a wild halo about her head.
    “I mean don’t try to help me or anything. If I go down, just leave. You have to make it back to the farm with med supplies if we find any. We can’t take the risk of the family not having medical supplies or medicine for the future, especially not with so many little kids living there,” he explains more clearly. The last thing he wants her to do is try to help him and end up getting herself killed- or worse, taken by men and raped and then killed.
    “Yeah,” she says but her eyes are full of regret and hesitation. “I could help, though. You know I helped on the night of the Reynolds attack.”
    “I know, and you did good, boss. I’m glad you’ll be watching my back when I’m doing things and can’t watch it myself. But if a firefight breaks out or I get shot, then just leave. Don’t try to stick around and take on a group of bad-guys without me. Just head for the farm with the pack horse.” He’s not sure if she is going to listen to him, but hopefully mentioning the kids on the farm will convince her that he’s right.
    “Oh, ok,” she mumbles with obvious distress.
    “Hey, it’s not gonna come to that, ok?” he tries to appease her. “I won’t let it.”
    Her face searches his with uncertainty. A sad, lop-sided smirk touches her full mouth, that mouth with the fuller top lip that makes him so crazy with lust. He grins at her which makes her look away again.
    “Unless, of course, you’re the one that shoots me,” he says, trying to lighten the mood.
    “That’s probably the more likely scenario,” she teases with an