Chapter 20

Mal pulled himself into a sitting position and shook his head, trying to clear the stars from his vision. The headache was already beginning, a throbbing orchestra of pain right behind his eyes and nose.

“Well, look who joined us.”

Mal stiffened. He had expected to hear J.R’s voice, but this wasn’t J.R’s deep, gravelly drawl. Had there been two sets of tracks? Had he really not noticed two horses? Or was something else going on? Mal couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember a world without the unbelievable pain in his skull and the panic in his chest.

“What are you doing here, Cy?”

Cy dropped to his haunches in front of Mal, his face more twisted and gruesome than ever.

“Me? I’m here to hang a nigger.”7