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248 pages, Paperback
First published February 23, 2010
Luke had moved only twenty feet away from the train when it hit him. He couldn't have said what 'it' was, though, because it came so fast and without warning. A sense of being physically jolted from head to two, a flashing pain and a brilliant flash of light, and suddenly he was on the ground, blacking out before he even had time to finish the thought: I've just been struck by lightning.
But hadn't been that it [sic]. What had struck him was the butt of a Henry rifle.
Beatrice had accused the boy of attempting to watch her change clothes, but no one had believed that. The woman weighed well over two hundred pounds and had a face and shape fit for a grizzly. Even the most lewd-minded boy would hardly wish to inflict upon himself the sight of her in a state of undress.