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-THREE
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- FORTY-EIGHT
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- 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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Unlike his visit out to the Far Six, he didn’t circle around it or make any effort to be delicate or diplomatic. He came right out and asked Chris if he’d been lying to him.
“Has Fox Uno tried to reach out to Deputy Reynosa?”
Chris shut the bedroom door and sat down on the bed and closed his eyes. “No, no, he hasn’t.”
“I’m not screwing around, Chris. I mean it. This idea that he might have slipped over the border isn’t quite as crazy as we all might have thought. We’re going to have to look at it.”
“You mean, you’re going to have to look at it.”
“Fine. Yes, me. Please, Chris, hear me out. These are not people to fuck with. Fox Uno is ten times the monster Ross was. There is nothing he is not capable of. If he somehow made it to Murfee, someone will come for him, the way they came for you. And remember, Chris, you were no one then, a rookie deputy in a pissant town no one had heard of or cared about. Look at what they did to you, and then imagine what they’ll be prepared to do to get to him. Imagine what he’ll be prepared to do to save himself. It doesn’t matter if it’s the Serrano Brothers or Nemesio or someone else. They will finish what they started down in Ojinaga . . . what Ross and the Earls started. They will burn you and your entire town to the ground if they think you’re in the way.” Garrison took a deep breath, gathering himself. “Chris, it doesn’t matter what’s happened up to this point between us. I don’t give a damn about any of that. But I can’t help you if you lie to me now. So I’m going to ask you one more time, is Fox Uno in the Big Bend with America?”
Chris opened his eyes and stared at a photo of Mel and Jack on the nightstand. She was holding their son and sitting in his mother’s rocking chair. He’d taken the picture three days after Jack was born, his first day home.
In the picture, there was sunlight falling on them, lens flare like a halo. Mel was smiling down at Jack, and her hair had been caught by a touch of the wind, hiding her eyes.
Through the thin bedroom door, he could hear Amé and the rest of them entering the house.
“No,” he said at last, getting up off the bed.
“Would she tell you if he was?” Garrison asked, his voice edged, sharp.
“Yes, she would.” At least that wasn’t a lie.
Garrison breathed into the phone again. “Then I guess the real question is, would you tell me?”
But Garrison hung up, without waiting for an answer.
Neither of them had anything more to say.