chapter 26
Hettie watched the sky from her bedroom window, spinning Diablo’s wheel nervously, every nerve taut. Abby snored lightly—seeing her so at peace, Hettie couldn’t bring herself to wake her, to scare her into thinking the little life they’d carved out here was at risk. Of course it always had been, always would be. But Abby didn’t need to know that—it was Hettie’s job to worry for her. She scanned the bloodred band limning the horizon, heart jumping at every imagined flutter of movement. This must have been how Pa had felt, knowing one day his past with the Crowe gang and the Devil’s Revolver would catch up to him. The band of color in the sky expanded slowly, like a stripe of fire glowing orange, yellow, blue. She spotted Raúl on his morning errand to unlock the gate. It took him longer th
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