Breaking Point

caring for horses and riding can be therapeutic. Maybe that will help her.”
    “It might help
some
,” Marybeth said, “but this might be too big to overcome.”
    Joe said, “We thought April’s problems were too big to overcome, but look at her now. You’ve worked miracles with her.”
    Marybeth looked back at Joe with doubt in her eyes.
    —
    N ATE WAS IN THE FIELD behind their house with Sheridan, looping a pigeon wing lure through the air on a string. Sheridan’s kestrel was in the smoky sky, circling, then diving at the lure. Joe heard Sheridan cry with glee, then Nate’s deep laugh.
    Hannah followed him through the backyard gate and Joe closed it behind them.
    “This way,” he said, gesturing toward the road.
    She followed as if her feet were weighted down, as if she was making her trip to the gallows.
    —
    “T HIS ISN’T EASY for either of us,” Joe said to her.
    She nodded, her eyes large and frightened.
    Joe said, “You know that your father will go to prison, maybe for the rest of his life. You know that, right?”
    She nodded. “I hate it.”
    “Hannah,” Joe said, “I found the .22 rifle in the trunk of your car. You really need to get rid of it somewhere no one will ever find it.”
    Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t move or speak.
    “The forensics team knows the agents were killed by .22 slugs. They assume they came from your dad’s .223, but they may figure it out at some point.”
    Because she seemed frozen in place, Joe reached back and grasped her arm gently and guided her on.
    He said, “You and Butch were target-shooting when those agents showed up, weren’t you?”
    “It was just me,” she said, in a tone barely above a whisper. “Dad was doing something with the tractor.”
    Her voice trembled with sobs as she told Joe how happy she’d been that her dad was finally back, and how he smiled when she told him she’d like to go with him that afternoon to their property.
    “Tell me exactly what happened,” Joe said.
    She said, “The younger man got out of the car first and started walking toward my dad. He had a gun. When I looked over at Dad’s face, I saw he didn’t know what was going on. Dad looked scared and angry, and I thought that man was going to hurt him. I had the .22 in my hands and . . . I just shot him. When he fell down, the older man started to reach into his jacket and I shot
him
. Dad yelled at me to stop, but it was too late. I still can’t believe I did it.
    “I didn’t
think
,” she said, crying. “I just started pulling the trigger. I didn’t want to kill them. I just wanted to make them go
away
.”
    “They didn’t identify themselves?” Joe asked.
    “No. All they said was, ‘Are you Butch Roberson?’”
    Joe pulled her into him and let her cry.
    “My dad was finally back with us and he was happy again,” she sobbed. “I wanted him to stay and for everything to be normal. But when those men showed up and I saw that look on my dad’s face . . .”
    She was clutching him and crying and Joe didn’t know what to do with his hands.
    “Afterward,” Joe said, “the two of you drove out to Big Stream Ranch and you dropped Butch off and took his pickup home. Then you got in your own car and drove it here. Do I have that right?”
    “He didn’t want me to get in trouble,” she said, her voice muffled in Joe’s shirt. “He made me promise I’d never tell anyone. He said he wanted me to have a second chance.”
    “Does your mother know?”
    “Oh God, no,” she cried. “Please, oh God, don’t tell her.”
    Joe stroked her back.
    “Are you going to take me to jail?” she asked.
    “No. Your dad made me promise him I wouldn’t when I figured it out. He’s already confessed and he’s not going to take it back. I just told Marybeth. She’s agreed to try and help you deal with this, but you need to promise me you’ll try and that you’ll listen to her.”
    “I promise,” Hannah said. “What about Lucy? She’s my best friend.”
    “That’ll be up to you,” Joe said, wishing he had Marybeth’s counsel on how best to answer that question.
    “Does anyone else know?” she asked.
    Joe sighed heavily. “The only other person who was in a position to have seen what happened wasn’t home that afternoon.”
    “So I’m not going to jail or prison?”
    “I’m not law enforcement anymore.”
    He looked toward the house and saw Marybeth at the window, her hand again covering her mouth. Joe feared he’d asked of