Angel Unfolding

"Gentle as a butterfly, I took the rifle off his belly, fell into the tattered glider beside the bed, and wept. No sobs, just a flow of tears hard on my cheeks, the taste of salt on my lips. That was real lucky, I thought. Maybe he’ll sleep this off and the three-day festival of wife-beating will come to an end."

But luck isn’t with Angel McQuinn. In a moment she only half regrets, Angel ends the torment once and for all, killing Mack with his granddaddy’s Winchester. Her case enflames the p...