“By now, the feds had given the Entity local militia powers, and they’d hired the Priests in Alberta. Finding the Dead Men was a high priority.” He swallowed and picked up the pouch.
“And they found us. Or found Tess and Danny. I’d gone into town that day. Tess and I always prearranged an ‘all clear’ signal. That day it had been the right front window, raised partway. I came home in the evening. The window was down. The Priests were waiting for me, but I’d been warned.”
He paused, jaw muscles working as I pictured him descending on the Priests like a hound of hell. “I killed every Priest there, but I was too late. Tess was...” He stopped. “Danny died in my arms.” Bishop stroked his arm as if smoothing his son’s hair. A sad smile lived briefly on lips that suddenly hardened again. “The Po
