CHAPTER 33
Chaco piled rocks on the visible remains of Russell and Abigail Walker. “May you go with God, Mama and Papa Walker. I will take good care of our family. I promise.” He crossed himself and returned to Margo.
The children napped under a blanket beneath the branches of a Douglas fir.
Margo sat cross-legged in the dirt, looking off into the distance. As Chaco approached, she stood and faced him. He read the pain and worry in her eyes. She took a step toward him and whispered, “Abby?”
“Gone.”
“Jesus, forgive me.” She hung her head. “I didn’t even git a chance to say goodbye to my best friend in the world.” Margo walked to Chaco. He folded her into his arms, and let her cry it out.
She pulled away. “Them little girls. Whadda we say? They jist lost their grandma and grandpa.” She
