Chapter One-Hundred and Seventy

Hawkins shrugged. “His son, yeah. Isobel shot him dead but his granddaughter was saved and is still alive today.”

Montoya looked pale as he tried to sit up. “Don’t lie to me, gringo. Isobel said she left them both dead in the dirt.”

“I don’t know why you fuckin’ believed her.” Hawkins snorted. “Da...