LEANING with his back against the outside wall, Peters closed his eyes, doing all he could to calm himself. He’d heard everything, the revelations hitting him hard. To think that these two newcomers were capable of such …
Slowly, he let out a long breath and allowed his eyes to settle on the Winchester. It would take all but a moment to burst in on them, shoot one of them – probably Cartwright – and save the Sheriff and wrap everything up into a neat parcel.
A moment.
It had taken him only moments to shoot down those boys. Innocent boys for all he knew. Their deaths changed him, their faces tormenting him through long, sleepless nights, forcing him to seek a new direction for his life. Turning his back on the Army, he joined a seminary college. A difficult time. So many questions about
