earlier.
Hightower used his brute strength to fling the aggressor away, but Troy managed to pry the pistol from Hightower’s weakened hand.
Troy hit the floor sideways, landing against the couch. He raised the pistol and fired.
One. Two. Three.
Every shot blew little red mist clouds out of Hightower’s chest. The giant teetered.
Stranger stepped to the side, came into view from behind the goliath, and aimed at Troy. Troy’s reflexes followed the movement, pulled the trigger. Put one between Stranger’s eyes. His head popped back and his body went limp. He fell behind Hightower, who then toppled over on him.
The cabin fell silent again.
Troy, still clutching the pistol, looked at Jolene. The sheriff stared at him, shocked and confused.
Troy smiled timidly and said, “Alright, I lied. They were after me. I don’t even have a sister.”