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-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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U.S. government officials, however, were quick to point out that they were under no obligation to return a man whose identity was still in question, who wasn’t facing any active charges in Mexico, and who’d apparently come to the U.S. freely, seeking asylum.
These same officials also denied that Fox Uno was cooperating with U.S. law enforcement or that he was receiving treatment for a serious health issue, as some media outlets were reporting.
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A FEDERAL INQUIRY was opened regarding U.S. Customs and Border Patrol operations at their checkpoints and points of entry in both Arizona and Texas.
Many people were troubled by the ease with which assassins, explosives and guns, and the notorious head of a Mexican cartel could so easily cross the border.
If such men could, then anyone could, including Islamic terrorists, which were a growing national concern.
And with the capture of Fox Uno, alive, it was also openly asked how a local Texas sheriff and his deputies could do what the combined forces of two governments had failed to do.
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IN ALL OF THE ATTENTION immediately after the events at the Far Six, one thing happened that merited barely a few lines in the national media, and not much more in the local Murfee Daily.
It was such a foregone conclusion, it wasn’t considered newsworthy.
Sheriff Chris Cherry was reelected for a second full term.
Word around town was that he won in a landslide.
II
Charity Mumford had been a pretty woman once, and probably would be again.
Danny could tell she was slowly regaining her color—her life—one day at a time.
There were still all the old signs: the faded bruises on her face, the nails bitten to the quick, the old track marks, and the nervous way she looked around as if she expected something bad to happen to her any minute. For her, there were shadows lurking around every corner and under every bed. The way she didn’t want to make eye contact was another tiny tic, a poker tell, about the life she’d led and the things she’d seen.
Her eyes were big and wide and a curious shade of blue, and even though more often than not they showed just how afraid she was, at least they were clear.
She’d been sober since leaving Eddy Rabbit, and word was she doing well at the women’s shelter in Artesia. But she was still a woman who was afraid of what tomorrow would bring, and the day after.
Danny understood that.
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SHE’D BROUGHT EDDY’S ASHES in the small box the mortuary had given her, and she scattered them around Delcia Canyon without much ceremony. The October wind was up, and it caught them and took them skyward, sunward, and for one brief second they were a dazzling white, and then they were all gone.
Charity watched Eddy go as she lit up a cigarette.
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