"What about him?" one of Brisco's entourage asked, glaring at Jablonski. They all were, actually. He wasn't a popular man. I pretended to think about it. "Well, here's the thing. I promised I wouldn't kill him if he did everything I told him to, and he did." I patted Jablonski on the back. "So I guess here's where we part ways. Nice seeing ya, buddy." "Wait," Jablonski said, his head on a swivel as he backed up against the guardrail. "You can't leave me here!" "Sure I can. Look, all you have to do is make it from here to the exit by yourself. It's not like you went out of your way to give every man in here a reason to hate you, right? What do you think, Brisco? What are his odds?" Brisco slapped his fist into his open palm. "Not good." Jablonski tried to run. He made it two, maybe three steps before they fell on him. Then it was all fists and feet and strangled pleading, and we left Brisco and his boys to their revenge."