She walked Delaney to her room, talking quietly. I started to put the folding knife back in her purse for her and stopped.
The black shape of a handgun filled most of it. I looked it over. A Ruger 9mm. The advanced hollow points in the spare magazine made it clear she wasn't playing games. At least I knew who was shooting the nine down in the hollow.
A half-hour later, as he started walking the twelve miles of rough gravel road from the Eagles Aerie State Conservation Area to town, holding his pants up and limping on the sharp rock, I think Caleb finally understood my sense of humor.
Sheree watched him for a moment and shook her head. "Just a damn fool. Almost killed all them people 'cause he was stupid."
I followed his slow progress up the hill. "I dunno if letting him go is the right
