Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Jessie and Archer were inside the cabin for less than ten minutes to sign Joel’s hastily-scribbled agreement. Red emerged from the bathroom with an undisguised look of dismay shortly before they left.
And then they were gone.
So was Sammy’s truck. Joel had his Remington 870 back, and Archer his .243 Winchester with the half-box of shells.
“You did the right thing,” Debra commented after the tire crunching noises faded off. The two of them stood at the front door for a long moment.
“I didn’t do it for them,” Joel replied, realizing he was repeating Rob Danson’s last statement to him almost verbatim.
“I know you didn’t.” Debra kissed him on the cheek.
Joel held her by the upper arms. “Deb, I have the exact same conviction as the last time I let him ge
