Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DIXIE
I ’ll never forget what I saw when I was tucked inside the back of the truck.
I’ll never forget the way I watched the bullet hit Harlow.
I’ll never forget the way I watched Pacey hit the floor, a cloud of dust rising around him like his soul leaving his body as a bullet tore through his skin.
I’ll never forget watching the man I love go down in slow motion as his horse was killed at the hands of Wallen.
I’ll never forget the way Tripp cried out as his leg was crushed and a bullet burned beneath his skin.
I’ll never forget the way Jorge ran over, ripping his shirt from his body to stop the bleeding in his son’s stomach.
I’ll never forget the way Austin cried over Harlow’s lifeless body.
I'll never forget the way I snatched a man's life away by my own hand.
I’ll never forget the way Pacey screamed in pain, choked sobs ringing through my ears.
I’ll never forget the way I held Tripp’s face in my hands as he passed out.
I’ll never forget the way Orla screamed when we told her two of her sons were on their way to hospital.
I’ll never forget the way Orla sobbed when we told her Harlow was dead.
I'll never forget the way Harlow's parents fell to their knees when Jorge told them that their daughter wasn’t coming home.
I’ll never forget the way the Rivera family were ripped limb from limb.
I’ll never forget.