Chapters (110)
- Cover
- ALSO BY J. TODD SCOTT
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- I
- II
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- PART TWO
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- PART THREE
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- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- PART FOUR
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EIGHTY-TWO
- EIGHTY-THREE
- EIGHTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Excerpt from LOST RIVER
- LITTLE PARIS
- DILLON
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“No, you’ve never told me. Like a lot of things, I guess.” Danny hated himself for saying it, but if it angered Amé, she didn’t show it. She continued to look away.
“He tends marijuana fields in a place called Búfalo, far outside Camargo. Fields owned by Fox Uno or those who work for him. My papa would never tell me this, but my mama did. She is ashamed, but he needs the work. I send them money, but it’s never enough. Tell me, how do I explain that to Agent Garrison?”
“Fuck him, you don’t have to. That’s not your fault, not your responsibility . . . no more than Rodolfo ever was. What you’re doing now sure in the hell won’t bring Rodolfo back, and it’s not going to keep your mother or your father safe.”
Danny reached out and took Amé’s chin in his hand, turning her face toward him. “They’re dead, Amé, don’t you understand that? Your mother, your father. Everyone associated with that man in there is already dead, or soon will be.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I think that man is on the losing side of a war, and I know a goddamn lot about wars.”
“Then what about the girl, Zita?”
“I don’t know. We’ll figure that out. There are places . . .”
“That girl in there is me, Danny. She could be me.”
Danny shook his head. “No, that’s too simple, too easy. Don’t use her to justify what you’re doing, the way Fox Uno used her to help him get here.”
She pulled away, crushing out her nearly spent cigarette on the railing. She dropped it into the gravel below them, and pulled another from a pack in her jeans. She was frustrated and furious with him, way beyond angry.
“Did you also have those hidden away with this gun I’ve never seen?” he asked.
She held the cigarette, didn’t light it. She broke it in half and tossed it away.
“Why are you saying these things? Why? What are you going to do, Danny? Dime.”
There was so little space between them already, but he moved to her. Closer. Closer. He first put a hand on her shoulder and then both of his arms all the way around her and she didn’t stop him. He could feel she wanted to but didn’t. He wasn’t sure how long she would let this last.
“Because, like our good sheriff, I’m going to do whatever you want me to, whatever I have to do, so you’re never hurt again. I thought you knew that. Goddammit, I’ll do anything. I’ll go all the way to the end of the world.”