not?â
âColt, he told me he wants to start over some place away from Madison Valley.â She paused. âSomewhere he can be just another rancher, just like everybody else.â
He was silent for a moment, his mouth set in a hard line, then he swore softly, pungently. âHow can we argue with that?â
âExactly.â
âI donât understand,â Maggie interjected with a frown.
Colt turned to his wife. âYou know what itâs like for him in town. How people talk. He tries to pretend it doesnât matter, but it obviously affects him more than any of us thought.â
The kettle whistled suddenly, shrilly, and Annie rose from the table to pour water for Maggieâs tea. âIt just makes me so mad,â she muttered. âWhy canât peopleforget, just stop judging him for what happened years ago, for heavenâs sake? Why canât they look at the man heâs made of himself?â
âWe donât have all that many murders around here, Annie. Of course people are going to remember it.â
âIt wasnât murder and you know it! And so does everybody else in town.â
âNot everybody. There are a lot of people who think Joe killed his father in cold blood and got off easy.â
In cold blood. It was an odd term to use for something as violent as taking the life of another human being.
âIt was an accident.â She couldnât help her vehemence, even though she knew she was preaching to the choir. âThatâs why he pleaded guilty to involuntary manslaughter. The only reason he served prison time at all was because he had alcohol in his system, even though it was under the legal limit, and because he was already on probation for that stupid bar fight when he was just a kid. Everybody with a brain in his head knows Joe was trying to protect his mother after Al beat her half to death.â
âYouâve heard the rumors that there was more to it than that.â
Yes, and she knew exactly who was behind them. She frowned. Charlie had kept his promise after he married her and hadnât gone to his boss at the sheriffâs department with his version of events that night. But he hadnât had any qualms whipping up the rumor mill in town.
Just another sin to lay at the door of her ex-husband.
She knew Joe hadnât meant to kill his father when he had delivered that fateful punch. But even if he had, Albert Redhawk deserved everything he got and more.
He had spent his whole life and two marriages physically and emotionally abusing his entire family, turning one son into a mirror image of himself and the other into a stoic little boy who buried all his emotions so deeply it took nothing short of a cataclysmic event to ever bring them gushing out.
âItâs funny what people choose to remember of the dead.â Coltâs low voice jolted her back to the conversation. âSelective memory, I guess. Al was a real son of a bitch to just about everybody, but if you listened to some people in town, youâd think he was the next best thing to Santa Claus.â
âIs it any wonder Joe wants to make a fresh start somewhere else.â
âI guess.â Colt sipped his coffee glumly. âSo what are we gonna do about it?â
She rested a hand on his shoulder. âNothing we can do. Just miss him, I suppose. Just miss him.â
Colt and Maggie didnât stay long after that, only long enough to finish their coffee and tea. When she had the house to herself again, she forced herself to stay in the office until she could make inroads toward finishing her paperwork.
The mysterious door opening completely slipped her mind until hours later, after Leah and C.J. came home, strewing their customary clutter throughout the mudroom and kitchen.
She was picking up backpacks and mittens and school books when she saw what looked like a white square of paper under one of C.J.âs wet boots near the
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