The Name Hennessy

I wasn't a woman who ever saw herself like this, the sheriff's badge hanging heavy over my heart. I didn't want to wear the damn thing, but all the men feared putting it on. I hoped the silver star would lead me to a day of reckoning, despite the nightmare it would bring. Because sooner or later the man I've been waiting for would return. And that would be a dark day indeed.



But I needed to stop the visions that visited me. To silence the voice in my head. There was no trusting the stories I had heard, and I refused to believe there was such a thing as a man who couldn't be killed. Yeah, Hennessy was coming. And he'd pay for what he'd done. I longed for that day. I longed for . . . today.