CHAPTER TWENTY
Reece sat in silence, using an old, twisted twig he’d found to scratch random patterns in the dirt. Beside him, Fieyn quietly rolled himself a cigarette. “That drifter told me his story,” said the sheriff, lighting his smoke and puffing on it for a few quiet moments.
“What did you make of it?”
“Not sure if I can make sense of any of it. He seemed sincere enough although he couldn’t offer up any kind of explanation.”
“What happened to him?”
Fieyn gave a quick resume before he sat down on the steps next to Reece.
“Does sound weird,” said Reece.
“He refuses to go back inside, keeps saying it’s Destry’s fault.”
“Destry has his own nightmares to come to terms with. None of this makes sense, not to me at least.”
“He told you everything?”
“I guess. He broke down towards t
