Letting it Stand Chapter Seven
Letting it Stand Chapter Seven Oh, boy, had he been wrong yesterday— this was purgatory. Johnny’s feet ached something fierce, and he was pretty sure he had blisters on blisters, ‘least that’s what it felt like. They weren’t what smarted the most, though. Goddammit. Teresa didn’t have to damn well ditch him miles from home without a horse. She’d be back at the hacienda by now because the afternoon looked done. The wind was pushing darker clouds across the sky. The only glimpse of the sun he’d seen all day was a flat line of gold across the mountain tops. It’d damn well be nightfall before he made it back to the house. Dios. He kicked at a loose stone on the road, sending it shooting into the undergrowth. He might walk in a straight line, but his temper sure was going in circles. Mad at himself one minute, mad at Teresa the next, mad at the shitty luck that brought him the likes of Matt Cody and soon, Frank Evers, to Morro Coyo. He glanced over hi...