Chapter 32
He’d already heard most of it from the Yanube City stage yesterday. Dusty’d told him the townsfolk discovered the reverend dangling from a tree limb off the wagon track near the river’s north bank. The whole of Yanube City might have bought the idea the bastard had faced up to his deeds and hanged himself, but my pa didn’t believe it for a minute. He paused for an awfully long time and then said something I’ll never forget.
“I killed my first man when I was seventeen. Otter and I caught the cashiered Army captain who slaughtered my father and most of our band. They never found his body, but I haven’t forgotten what I did. It weighs on my mind to this day, even though the snake deserved what he got. The worst part is that it’s a burden you can never share.”