Jadyn sure as hell isn't telling him anything he doesn't already know.
He doesn't stop her anyway. Her words fuel and fan the flames, but this guilt would have burned him up either way. He stands still and takes the beating she delivers without protest, because what can he say? Someone is betraying him, someone planned to kill both him and Wolfe today and they only managed half of that goal. Rodeo knows he should be dead too. If Sonny hadn't blown a sunroof into the skull of the patrolman holding him, he would be. His family would be mourning him, his camp would be without a leader, and the Capitol would reign eternal with their enemies in the ground.
That thought rallies him. Reminds him why he's here. Why he went looking for Wolfe in the first place and why what he started building with the man can't die along with him. "Listen," Rodeo begins, lifting up a hand as if asking Day to let him speak. "I take the blame for what happened today. I do. I ain't gonna say that it's not my fault that they got him but it sure as hell ain't my fault that they were lookin' for him. Don't forget that when I found Wolfe he was already on the wrong end of one of their guns. Don't you dare forget who pulled that fuckin' trigger today."
Rodeo's words are heavy, grave. There is no trace of that careless cowboy demeanor that he usually swaggers around with, no trace of that rakish charm. He cleans up alright. His fierce earnesty is compelling, but his words are more imploring than pleading. "Big Brother wants your shelter. Now I'll take the blame for what went down today, but don't you fool yourself into thinking that my rat problem is what killed him. A patrolman's bullet killed him. It wasn't a stray bullet neither. This wasn't an accident. He wasn't just the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the Mayor's men put a barrel to your boy's head and pulled the fuckin' trigger. You don't believe me, look at him yourself. That's an execution shot. The Capitol's patrolmen murdered Wolfe in cold fuckin' blood. Now if you wanna turn around, walk out there and tell his family that he died 'cause of a fluke, you go right ahead. But it wasn't no fluke that killed Gray Wolfe. He decided to take a stand, and the Capitol shot him down before he could get up off his knees. You best start wrappin' your head around that, 'cause they'll be comin' for you next."