The earth rattles beneath my boots, a great rumbling sound like a giant awakening. Startled, I twist toward the long, winding dirt road. Past the gate come four massive trucks. A silver Chevy leads the pack. Davis’s silver Chevy. Fuck. My heart drops into my stomach. They found me. Damn Pappy and that article. I squeeze my eyes shut. Not ready. Not ready to face them. Any of them. Vic’s droll voice tears me from my thoughts. “Why do uninvited guests keep showing up here?” He looks at me. “I reckon you have something to do with it?” “I’m going to kill them,” I grumble.
