Jason clenched his jaw, his hand slowly sliding up and over the butt of his Predator. Thankful that the insult had only lit the fuse rather than touching off an instant explosion, Sam slapped his own hand down on Jason’s. He had no hope of pinning it there, but he might slow Jason’s reactions. That delay could give Burke time to kill the Indian. Hoping he had made the right move, Sam glared at Glover.