Jacob had had the world against him from the very beginning.From the time he’d been just a kid and Jasper Grady and Bruce Tyler had stolen his dad’s ranch from him.
They had taken everything.
Jacob looked down.He still had blood on him.Everywhere.
His brother’s blood.
It was like his brother’s blood was crying out to him.
Wasn’t there a damned bible verse about that?There was a bible verse for everything, right?
He’d never forget the red.He hadn’t meant to actually hurt the idiot.He’d just…been so angry.Maybe the beer hadn’t helped, but he was so damned tired of Kameron being so smug all the damned time.Didn’t that count for something?
Jacob knew guns, he’d always known guns.And they were just tools, it was the man who used them that was the real problem.
He’d shot his own brother.
People would know.
If Kameron died, it would kill their father.He was going to have to face that.Probably in the morning.
Ugly trash was always worse in the morning.The night…the night hid the scars.Softened them somehow.He had always thought that.They all had scars.Hell, he had more than his share.
His hand rubbed across the one on his cheek.The one that asshole Holton Tyler had given him years ago.When they’d been in high school.That girl had been there.
Tyler girl.
Calloway’s girl now.
He didn’t care about some damned Tyler girl now.
He’d shot his own brother.What kind of loser did that?Even though Kameron had deserved it.His brother was probably going to die.Jacob would go to jail, and get the electric chair.Did they still do that in Wyoming?He had no clue.
But he didn’t want to die.
He didn’t want Kameron to die, either.
That would just destroy their father.His father loved them both.Jacob knew that, he had always known it.
But he didn’t know what to do about this now.
He was going to go to jail for killing his own brother.Kameron was almost dead there.His eyes were just staring.Glazed over.
His brother was bleeding to death on that fucking 90’s shit linoleum Kameron had talked to their dad about replacing when he could.Shit.
Jacob had killed his brother.
There would never be a way or time for him to make this right.He couldn’t make it right for his dad ever again.He couldn’t fix anything.Couldn’t make anything out of himself now at all.
He had ruined everything.
No…they had.The men who had taken his father’s ranch from them all those years ago.
If that had happened, they would have had better opportunities.He would be working the ranch that had been in Neilson hands since the very beginning of this fucking county.But the Gradys and the Tylers and the Talleys—they had all conspired to take it away from them.And they just kept living their lives now.Not caring about the people who had been hurt so long ago.
His brother wasn’t any better.
His brother had been friends with those Grady bastards for years.Didn’t that show him what his brother was really like?Just a traitor and an asshole.
