From the author: You can run. You can hide. But you can't escape forever.
The first time I met Horace Granger, he almost got killed by a magic bullet.
He was having an argument with Maynard Cooper in the middle of my saloon. I suppose that was Horace's way of making friends: Figure out who can stand being around you for more than five minutes, then keep them between you and the rest of the world as long as you can.
The sun was coming up, Betty was ending her shift at the bar, and I'd just finished losing my nightly battle with insomnia. I've never in my life been...