Then one man stepped forward from the line. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his beard streaked with gray, his expression calm but powerful. The name stitched above his pocket read “Ryder.” His boots moved slowly across the pavement until he stood several yards away from Rachel. The entire street went silent.
“We’re not here for trouble,” Ryder said, his voice deep and measured.
“Then why are you blocking our homes?” Mr. Holloway shouted back.
Ryder didn’t even glance at him. His eyes settled on Rachel instead. “We’re here because of her,” he said.
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