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
- FORTY
- 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
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Mel walked to the kitchen door, with Jack still whining, and Rocky trailing behind her. “You better be goddamn sure about what you’re doing, because win or lose, I’m afraid you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do.”
FORTY-TWO
America watched Danny put his sleeping bag in his truck.
Not the department’s truck, but his own: a dark ’91 Ford Bronco with tan trim and a tan camper shell that she’d gone with him to buy at Sandy Dean Auto. Sandy had bought it from Billy Glaspy, who owned the Three Forks Ranch. He’d used it for years to run around the acreage and hunt, and had lifted the tires and made a bunch of other small modifications that America didn’t fully understand. Danny had needed something of his own to drive after his motorcycle was destroyed by Jesse Earl, and he’d been happy to find the Bronco at a decent price, even though it was scratched and dented and weathered—like a lot of things around Murfee. He’d told her the truck reminded him of his dad, who’d owned one like it when he was a kid.
She knew why he was refusing to use his deputy truck, like he was refusing to wear his uniform shirt or his badge. Instead, he was in jeans and a faded black long-sleeve T-shirt from a band she did not know.
Nothing they were doing was about being the law anymore.
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HE WOULDN’T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER, and refused to let her and Fox Uno and Zita go out to Sheriff Cherry’s house alone.
Just like he’d stayed with them in her apartment, he wasn’t going to let them stay out there without him, although the sheriff himself hadn’t agreed to that yet. Danny had told her to get together whatever things she wanted and he’d drive them all over to the Far Six. They’d argued about it, but not much. If she didn’t let him go now, he’d show up out there anyway, and the sheriff would have no more luck turning him away than she’d had. He was frustrated, angry, not only because she’d disappeared with Fox Uno, but because he’d been wrong about him all along. He’d been so convinced that Fox Uno was lying, he still didn’t want to believe the voice she’d heard on the phone. The voice Fox Uno had introduced to her as Oso Ocho . . .
Gualterio . . . the same Gualterio Zita had talked about.