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welcome.”
    “Where’s the southern hospitality that your mother was so famous for?”
    “That died along with her when you killed her.”
    “I get the feeling that you aren’t too pleased to see me.”
    “I wonder why you would think that. Now get the fuck out of my house.”
    “I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere, just yet.”
    Black Horse blew a cloud of cigarette smoke into the dark air.
    “What’s this I hear you are fraternizing with the enemy?”
    “You’re a delusional fuck, ain’t ya?” said Colton, careful not to wake Averi up. “You left me for dead.”
    “Dead? I just locked you in the truck.”
    “You sealed the truck shut. Padlocks on all the doors.”
    “I knew you’d get out eventually. I’m more of the lone wolf type, anyhow.”
    “Lone wolf, huh? And your Seventy Devils.”
    “They’ve proven to be useful in a pinch.”
    “Why are you here?”
    “To finish what I started.”
    Colt pulled out his gun and took the safety off.
    “Now son, there is no need for such anger…”
    “Get up,” Colt said and Black Horse did as he was told.
    “I’m not here to do any harm… tonight . I just wanted to let you know that the State of Texas believed I was fit for mainstream life again.”
    “Did they now?”
    “Yeah. Fucking idiots.”
    “Move. Down the hall. Into the living room,” Colt said as he held the gun to his father’s head.
    Black Horse moved, but not in the direction that Colton wanted. He walked towards Averi, who was still sleeping on the bed. Black Horse caressed her hair and whispered in her ear, “Sleep tight, sweet girl, because soon your nightmares will come true.”
    Colton, afraid to wake her up with a gun shot, charged after his father. The men went hand to hand, but before Colton could make his move, Black Horse slipped out the bedroom window, ran across the kitchen roof and escaped into the distance.

     
    Chapter Twelve
    Exit Wounds
     
     
    Randy stalked around the front of the house. He heard the sound of boots falling into the dirt behind the house. Running quietly in the shadow of the house, Randy kept an eye out for any movement in the yard. He waited a moment, and finally he saw him. A black blur rushing across the yard.
     
    Motherfucker.
     
    Kicking it into high gear, Randy bolted after the old man.
    Shit, he’s fast!
     
    Kicking up a cloud of dirt behind him, Black Horse ran fast across the plain behind Averi and Colton’s house.
     
    “You got a death wish, old man!” yelled Randy.
     
    Black Horse didn’t respond, he simply ran with his gun drawn. When Randy spotted the gun, he drew his own and took a shot but missed. Another shot, it was a near hit, but Black Horse swerved at the last minute. Turning around, Black Horse took another shot at Randy. The bullet twisted through the air, cutting the night like butter. Randy felt the pain before he heard the shot.
     
    “Fuck!” Randy yelled as he fell to the ground grimacing in pain.
     
    ***
     
    “I just heard shots!” Tim yelled.
     
    “Where the fuck is Randy?!”
     
    “He went after him!”
     
    Colt and Tim bolted out of the house to Colt’s truck. Slamming on the gas, they bolted down the dirt road like a bat out of hell.
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
    Family Ties
     
     
    The warm summer air wafted over the plain as an Indigo Bunting perched on the splintering windowsill of Colt and Averi’s bedroom. It chirped noisily, effectively doing what Averi’s alarm clock had failed to do: Wake her up. It was five minutes to noon and Averi was wrapped like a burrito in her bed with her covers pulled over her head. Colton had the A/C on full blast to stave against the ridiculous Texas heat. Southwest Texas was in the grips of a vicious heat wave. Nine days running with average temps over 103 degrees Fahrenheit. Averi loved the heat, but Colton was one of those people whose mood turned nasty when faced with hot sleeping conditions. So in the interest of keeping Colt sane and the house cool,