Chapters (39)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Jamie Begley Reading Order
- Preface
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Epilogue
- Afterword
- Soul of a Man – Jamie Begley
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
She didn’t have to step forward to read the sign; she could read it from where she was standing. “‘Monitored by …’” she read out loud. Underneath the words was a picture of a rifle instead of a camera. Then there was another one posted right next to it. “‘You’re sixty seconds from meeting the undertaker.’” Alanna looked around, not seeing any from the Colemans. “You let him have these?”
Matthew pointed up, and Alanna looked to where he was pointing.
There was a target on the same tree that the Porters had posted sign. In the middle of the target was a picture of a hand giving the fuck off sign. She stared at the sign appreciatively.
“Do you know how many times I wanted to do that when Greer was driving me nuts?”
“I’m guessing a lot.”
“Are his brothers like him?”
“Yes, and no. Pretty much no one messes with Tate. No one wants to get on his bad side, while everyone likes Dustin. He’s become a financial advisor. I hear he’s pretty good at it.”
“How about his sister?”
“Rachel married a Last Rider. She works for them, too. Every so often, when she’s searching for a certain plant, she comes here to ask Silas for permission to search for it on our land. Rachel is a botanist. She has a doctorate in aquaculture. Three times a year, she takes samples from our streams, pond, and our well water.”
“Has she found anything interesting yet?”
“If she has, she hasn’t told us yet. Remember, at heart, she is a Porter; if she found anything really good, she’d be afraid we wouldn’t let her come back.” Matthew looked up at the darkening sky. “We should head back. I didn’t bring a flashlight with me. I’ll walk you to the trailer then grab a flashlight from Jody’s to go back to the pond to get the poles.”
Alanna hated for the day to come to an end. She had enjoyed spending most of the day with him. Even before she had found herself in jail in Treepoint, her days had been plodding along with boring regularity. Even the happiness she found babysitting or tutoring was short lived, as if there was a storm cloud just waiting to break and send catastrophe showering down. She hadn’t felt like that today. The whole day had been spent with the sun shining down and no cloud in sight.
Matthew waited at the bottom step when they reached the trailer.
“Other than the fishing, I had fun today. Thank you.”
Matthew put his hand over his heart. “I’m crushed that you didn’t like fishing. Next time, I’ll teach you how to shoot a bow and arrow so you can be my hunting buddy if fishing isn’t your thing.”
Alanna gave him a baleful look. “What have you got against animals?”