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
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She thought on that for a while, staring into the same falling darkness that had frustrated Chris. But if she could see through it better than him, she gave no sign.
“I want to be free. I thought I was, until he showed up.”
“Fair enough,” Chris said. “I want that, too. You will be. And I guess that has to be good enough for both of us.”
Chris turned toward the window again to look at Fox Uno. “Look at how calm he is. None of this seems to bother him, affect him. But I can’t help wondering if he’s changed us.”
If America was going to agree, she didn’t.
Then they were both silent for a long time, and let the night continue to fall around them.
FIFTY-ONE
They walked out together to West’s bright red Camaro, parked in a dark corner of the lot. Away from the quiet and stillness of the bar, they both could almost feel the big rigs passing by on the interstate. A vibration all the way down to their bones, one after another, even at this hour.
The night glowed with their headlights, like lightning from a distant storm.
“Letty once told me I should get a job driving trucks. It was good money, she said. Her cousin Armando did it. I don’t know, though. Being stuck in that cab all day? Seems like I might go stir-crazy.” West popped the trunk with his remote, revealing something wrapped loosely in a Dallas Cowboys blanket. “She hates this damn car, too. Says we need something more practical for the boys. I know they’ll get too big soon to haul around in it, but it’s fast, which is a damn nice thought, in case I ever need to make a getaway from those crazy brothers of hers.”
West pulled back the edge of the blanket. “Are you gonna need to make a getaway soon, Danny?”
Danny looked at what West had revealed. It was an M110 Semi-Automatic Sniper System, the M110 SASS. It weighed about fifteen pounds, with a flash suppressor and a twenty-round detachable box magazine. It was gas-operated with a rotating bolt, and had a muzzle velocity of at least twenty-five hundred feet per second.
It fired 7.62x51mm NATO rounds.
Not much different from those in his dream.
It had an effective range of over eight hundred yards.
West tapped the retracted stock of the M110. “I also brought those special rounds you requested. I dunno what you’re hunting out there in the Big Bend, but this here will take care of it. It’ll put it down, hard.”
Danny didn’t say anything. During all those months working undercover in those various skinhead gangs, his “in” had always been a lie about getting his hands on surplus military weapons. It was the only reason he’d ever gotten close to Jesse Early or his daddy, John Wesley.