Some of Clint's familiar memories aren't pleasant, either. It was in a house like this that his dad hit him until he lost his hearing for the first time. But it also reminds him of the brother who taught him to stand. Bonds forged in blood are the stronger for it, and he's bled on black Iowa soil plenty. "It's great, Jim, really great."

Patting down his sweatpants, he digs the key ring out of his pocket. "So, who wants to do the honors?"