Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way.

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind.

It’s easy to forgo distractions and to not accumulate things when you have a larger goal on the horizon.

When there’s only God to blame, we forgive him. When it’s our fellow man, we destroy him.

He’d only ever seen a gun once, a smaller one on the hip of that old deputy, a gun he’d always figured was more for show. He stuffed a fistful of deadly rounds in his pocket, thinking how each one could end an individual life, and understanding why such things were forbidden. Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.

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