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
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
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- 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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He shook Eddy. “You get the fuck out there and stop him from coming into this trailer. If he finds out we’re here, we kill him. Then you, and then that fuckin’ whore of a girlfriend of yours. It’s as simple as that, amigo.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?”
Johnnie shook him again. “I don’t know, just do it.” Then he pulled him close. “And if you even think about telling him we’re here, Charity’s gone, got it? First, I will have that big fucker Roman over there rape her. Then the fuckin’ crazy Indians will take her down south, put her out to work for a few months, before they finally clip her. And it’ll be hard work, Eddy, high and hard, if you get my fuckin’ meaning.”
“I get it. I got it. Jesus, let go of me.” Eddy pulled away and Johnnie released him. “You keep your fucking animals quiet in here, and I’ll take care of this.”
Johnnie pointed a finger at him. “You better be Jesus and work a goddamn miracle.”
Eddy ran his hands through his hair and tried to pull himself together, the thought of that almost making him laugh out loud.
Without another word, Eddy was out the door into the early-morning sunlight.
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HE NEARLY RAN RIGHT INTO DANNY FORD about ten feet from the trailer.
“Goddamn, Eddy, what’s the rush?” Danny said, taking a step back.
“Fuck, you scared the hell out of me! I saw a truck I didn’t know, and I figured . . . well, I figured all sorts of shitty things . . .”
Danny looked him up and down. “No one’s come out here for you, have they? That Apache?”
Eddy shook his head. Since he had no idea why Danny had come out to the canyon, and had no idea what he might be fixing to say, he had to gauge just how much Johnnie and the rest of them could overhear. It took everything he had not to turn around and see if he could catch one of ’em staring out through the busted-up blinds at them.
Instead, he searched around for his cigarettes and lighter in his pockets and kept walking right on toward the Bronco, lighting up as he went, hoping he’d pull Danny in his wake.
He’d been smoking more cigarettes since he’d stopped smoking crank, and was pretty sure they’d kill him just as dead, just not as fast. Not that it mattered, ’cause it would be a miracle if he lived that long.
You better be Jesus and work a goddamn miracle . . .
Danny eyed the trailer . . . a good, long look . . . but followed Eddy. “Charity was worried about you.”
Eddy blew smoke and leaned against the Bronco. He hoped it was far enough away. “Well, fuck, you told me not to call her. Threatened me, truth be told. So, you know, I didn’t.”