Chapter 9Leon couldn’t get the image out of his head. All that blood…he’d never seen so much blood before. He’d seen death more than once, and he’d seen men get shot at point blank range, but never by his gun, never by his deed. Leaving the lamp out did nothing to dull the pictures. If anything, the red stains filling his vision got brighter, more brilliant. They glistened, whether his eyes were open or not. He tried to abolish them with shots of whiskey, but the very first one made him sick. Now the nearly full bottle sat abandoned on the table next to him. It was done. Everything was over. He’d killed a man, and Thomas was going to collect the bounty, and as soon as he came back, Leon would be free to go. He could go to Salinas and find Kenneth now, free and clear. He could take his sh