Chapter Two
Collin
September 1966 – Lubbock, Texas
“Guns up!” I held my hands up, pointing my finger to the sky, just like the rest of the people in the crowded stadium as the Red Riders took the football field. My last year at Texas Tech University would be one to remember, I’d make damn sure of that.
One year away from earning a bachelor’s degree in Agriculture, I was well on my way to making my father proud. That was the mission—make Daddy proud.
My father was very exacting—he demanded certain things of me. And if I failed him, I got my a*s handed to me. He’d taught me to be tough and unrelenting in anything I did. And so far, it had paid off.
I’d made good grades and got my name on the Dean’s list. That had earned me a nice new truck from my father. When I went back home at the e
