Fifty:
Deacon Foy
Deacon Foy had lived in Montana his whole life. He knew the streams, and the rivers, and the back roads probably better than anyone else could. He could tell you when the snow was going to come and how soon it was going to melt. He didn’t know about anything showy, or special, and had certainly never considered himself showy or special. The rage that he had experienced growing up he had never been able to understand where it came from. Or the blackouts.
Now though, it seemed that he was about to get answers for the things that had tormented him so long. From the last group of people that he wanted answers from, no less. He had never liked the Thayer’s. He had always thought they thought they were better than everyone else. When Landry had taken an interest in Elle,
