Chapter 12

He sits back in his chair. “Boys?”

“Jack drew on me down by the river and I killed him. Evan saw it.”

“Christ, Roy, what’s going on?”

“No idea. Jack can go haywire sometimes. You know that.”

“Evan?” asks Noble.

“It’s true. I was in the water. Jack came along and pointed his pistol at Roy, said he meant to kill him.”

“Why?”

“He didn’t say, just made his intention clear.”

“Well, this is a hell of a fix.”

“I’m sorry, Noble,” I tell him. “I don’t mean to put you on the spot, but on the other hand, Jack isn’t known to be here and there’s nobody who’ll look for him. He’s got no family. I figure we can bury him out near the edge of your property and nobody will know.”

Noble leans forward, puts elbows on the desk, and rubs his chin. “Guess this is my due for having you here. Okay, you take care of it. Plant him out near the foothills and make it deep. I don’t want some critter coming around with an arm in its mouth.”