One thing was certain. The Guild killings wouldn't cease. Not unless I helped stop them.
Another logging truck rumbled past, this one filled with cut timber, heading South.
I made my decision.
"There's a lot a names on my list," I said. "At least a couple of them are murderers. Think you can sort them all out?"
Henderson chuckled. "It's what I do, Pete. If you give me the bullets, I'll produce the retribution." He paused, then added, "Welcome back . . . partner."