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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- FIFTY
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- 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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Garrison stood as well, giving Chris some room. Stars were now high above their heads and the new night was between them, going darker by the moment. “If I hear something about Deputy Reynosa, about Murfee or the Big Bend, I’m coming to you first, Chris. I think I owe you that much. Hell, I know I do. I’m only asking the same of you. If anything happens out here, anything at all, you let me know first, too. I don’t want either of us to be surprised.”
“This is for my benefit?”
“If you have to look at it that way, yes. You’re not going to believe this, but I don’t want to be right. I don’t want Deputy Reynosa to get hurt. I don’t want you to get hurt. This place has cost both of us too much fucking blood.”
“True, but it’s not the Big Bend, not these mountains or the river or the land itself. It’s just people with blood on their hands. Always. Goddamn people. Ross and the Earls and this Fox Uno. And us too, with our badges and guns. Maybe us most of all.”
Garrison pointed at the folder he’d left by his chair. “That’s the real reason I drove out here. It’s everything we have on Fox Uno. Everything meaningful, anyway. If he is who we think he is, then that information is also about Deputy Reynosa’s family. I’d be fired for giving that to you, since some of it’s DIA, NSA, and CIA classified intel. All the alphabet agencies. Hell, I’m not even supposed to have some of it, but I thought you should. Read it, burn it, whatever.”
“You hope it’ll change my mind.”
“I hope it’ll open your eyes.” Garrison reached in his pocket for his car keys. “My personal cell phone is written in there, too. I’m not the enemy, Chris, and I never have been.”
“The last time you gave me a folder like that, it held a dozen photos of men I’d shot. Men I’d killed, right here at the Far Six. I was in the hospital and it was the first time we’d ever met in person, before I was sheriff. I might not have the office much longer. Maybe you should have waited for the next guy.”
Garrison hesitated, looking at the keys in his hand. “When I was driving in I saw the signs for Bethel Turner. He’s putting on a full-court press, huh? Facebook page, lots of media stuff.”