Hettie’s hands went slack around the reins. “You’re insane, old man. Pa would never be a part of a gang. And Elias Blackthorn’s just a fairy tale.”
Jeremiah spat in the dirt. “Elias Blackthorn’s a real person. Or persons, I should say. He’s an outlaw who never dies because he’s always being replaced. The demon in the story is Diablo, the Devil’s Revolver, which gets passed down to each successive Blackthorn. So the legend is true to a certain extent.”
The pieces of the puzzle were starting to form a larger picture. Pa had shot Shadow Frank on sight … because he’d recognized him. And the night of the m******e, Butch Crowe certainly seemed to be familiar with her pa.
It was almost too fantastic to believe. She pictured Pa’s sunny smiles, the way he’d wax his thick mustache on holidays and
