She wasn't the only one. Everyone was gathering again, watching the two of them face off.

Duke propped his axe on his shoulder, not taking his eyes off Nathan.

"I went down to the boathouse," he said, practically hissing. "And guess what I found. A boat. A perfectly good boat, until you shot it."

"I didn't shoot the boat," Nathan said.

"Where's your gun, Nathan? Because I looked in your duffel bag. It's not there."

"Put the axe down."

"You're the chameleon!"