He raised his eyes and searched out a small patch of blue sky visible through the dense, green branches of the pines. A white wisp of a cloud drifted by. That’s what dying will be like, he told himself. Just floating up in the air. Nothing bad about that. He smiled a little. “I don’t reckon you’re gonna let me back in the car, are you?” “You got that right,” Carl said. He started to squeeze the trigger. “Just one thing,” Roy said, his voice filled with urgency. “What’s that?” “Her name’s Lenora.” “Who the fuck you talking about?” “My little girl,” Roy said.
