CHAPTER 11 

Samuel had stayed behind to face the remaining Black Spurs.

Caleb found him at the edge of town.

Wounded.

Barely standing.

Silas Crowe stood opposite him.

Crowe looked at Caleb.

“Your cousin betrayed you.”

Caleb shook his head.

“He came back.”

Crowe smiled.

“That’s not enough.”

Samuel lifted his gun.

“Maybe it is.”

Crowe drew.

Two shots.

Crowe fell.

Samuel collapsed.

Caleb caught him.

“Stay with me.”

Samuel smiled.

“I finally did one thing right.”

“What?”

“I chose my family.”

His eyes closed.

Caleb carried him home.

For the first time, Redstone was quiet.

Not the quiet before violence.

The quiet after it.