"Celebrated ain't quite the word I'd use," Wyatt replied, a touch wry.

It had been months, but he could feel it as if had been only days ago. Had been living with it, under it, every moment since.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there, Max. I still ain't sure what really happened. We were there,... an' then we weren't." He'd been told after that he'd been hit, but he didn't remember it. The faint scar like someone else's.