Chapter 2
Pete Duncan tucked in the shirt of his deputy’s uniform and took his pistol belt from the top of the plank dresser as he heard the timid scratching at his door and a soft, mousy voice.
“Breakfast is ready, honey.”
Pete turned and walked to his bedroom door in the house they’d lived in since Granny Fleming had died and passed the place down, giving his mom a quick hug before she winced and pulled away.
Pete tried not to wonder about that wince.
He flipped the light switch, sending the bedroom into darkness. No problem, since he knew where the bed and dresser were, and there wasn’t much else to trip over. Not unless the huge cross on the wall over his headboard fell off. Hadn’t happened so far, not unless something happened when he was too young to remember.
He followed her d
