GRACE
I had expected to be dragged back to Simms and jailed with Father, Travis and Barton Finch. To be locked up to await the judge and then sentenced to hang. Being with them until we were hanged would be far worse than dying. That would… I hoped, be swift.
If Charlie and Hank had seen me on the bluff, Father and Travis probably had as well, even writhing in pain. They’d know I was the one who shot them. Who’d left them to be arrested and put them in their current predicament.
Barton Finch would know I’d played him the fool.
Their necks were going to snap because of me and I wasn’t sure if I would survive a jail cell in their company.
Barton Finch had his hands in cuffs upon one horse, Hank holding the reins with his gun out riding beside him. I’d been in Charlie’s lap, his arms sec
