Chapter 15“There’s two of ‘em, and they’re moving slow, but there’s no mistake. They’re aimed straight for us.”
As far as Sullivan was concerned, Luther was milking this for all it was worth. He sat at the restaurant counter, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in his hands, with Maria, Rafe, Joe, Belle, and Sheriff McNamara surrounding him. The man Sullivan hadn’t recognized with the pair on the road turned out to be someone from the next town over, a messenger sent along to spread the word and warn other communities what was to come. He hadn’t stuck around once he’d confirmed everything Luther babbled on the road, and took off east. He still had more people to talk to, he said. The important thing was to get them on alert.
Sullivan sat farthest away, by choice if not by design. Luther had
