Can of Worms

I tapped my saddle horn, "If. He. Survives. Said yourself he couldn't put food on a table."
The look he give me, without a word, had me sucking serious air.
"And you think you could do that. Pull the trigger on your own kid."
Tom got nasty. "What about my other kids? You and yours. Never mind whoever One sends our way to help. Lot of lives versus just one."
Color me skeptic. "But you think you could do that."
"You couldn't?"
I grinned cold. "Ain't talking about me now, are we."
He knows I'd do it, flesh and blood be damned. I intend to live until I die and everyone who knows me, knows this.
"Have to do it," Tom said, more to himself. "Too much at stake here."