“I was fourteen when I put my first bullet through a heifer’s forehead. She was due to calve anyday and so badly injured she’d never have survived.” The backs of my eyes sting. I want to crawl into his lap and hold him. “When that man hung himself, the real devil of Devil’s Peak was finally gone. Kayce had only just been born, and I spent the day knocking down the rotten old farmhouse that used to stand on this very spot instead of going to the sick bastard’s funeral.”
