"They killed Uncle Lindsey," Priestly said, rather than asked. He put down the gun he was cleaning, and looked up at Ty.
"Yes," Ty replied, sitting across from his 'son'. "They caught him."
"We have to do something," Priestly said firmly. "They can't get away with that."
"They won't," Ty assured him. "It's time, son."
Priestly gave a slight smile. "I can't wait."