"You're a fool, Joshua," his wife said coldly.
But it was rage that spoke through McGinley now and it was a rage that would not be ignored.
"I'll hang for this, Lucy! And my death won't be a good thing for our boys, will it? Will it, Lucy?" He screamed that last question but didn't wait for a reply.
"Nobody's death is ever good!" he bellowed. "Not Prendergast, not Two Horses, not Bowen. And, oh Jesus help me, not the young, defenceless Cody girl."
Tears streamed down his face. Outside, icy night rain pummelled the window, as if in sympathy.