Mistletoe on the Range (Red Hart Ranch #7)

Prologue

There is a world beneath what we see. Those with their mundane lives, struggling with their rentals, their day jobs. So much greed. Their vehicles, traveling from state to state with indulgent freedoms.

Freedoms not gifted to others who have been locked away from society for their views on the world. Freedoms stripped away, or ended permanently.

Such spoiled lives. The boons of those who know nothing of fear.

All that is given can be taken away, just as it was ripped from my brother.

He was followed. Stalked. His purpose twisted and turned into a monstrous narrative.

His life ended on the whim of a man who thought he understood justice when he knew nothing.

I grieved, for a time. Hid beneath my own blanket of fear.

That was then. Now is the time to return to the place where my brother lost his path. The path we were set on so long ago. That is what I grieve for, the man who I used to know.

The one I buried, I barely recognized.

But I know his killer.

I know where he will be.

We were the unseen, the silence that lingers in the dark to escape the light.

Waiting.

And now, I will return to complete the work that my brother failed at.

I will bring them fear, and I will illuminate their fallacy of privilege.

I will ruin their season of hope.

Simon Haldon did not die in vain.