“The trail’s pretty cold, but even after thirty years you never know what you might turn up if you shake the bushes a little.”
A cool little grin played along Hank’s lips. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”
They exchanged a look which visibly startled Senator Lovinggood. If he hadn’t known that Richard still lay in his coffin at Sinclair’s, he would have sworn that his son rode beside him again after all these years. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but just maybe it was a new look in Hank’s eyes, a look that promised justice for his mother and retribution for his father.