I was really starting to feel paranoid. Everywhere I went I thought I saw Cindi’s flaming red hair.
I should tell Randy about her, but I didn’t want him to just take care of it. The more I thought about it the more I thought I should leave town just to keep everyone else safe.
“Hey, are you even listening to me?”
I looked up and Randy was looking at me, “Sorry, I was distracted. What’d you say?”
He shook his head, “I’m going to the Rusty Nail tonight, I thought you might like to go with me.”
No, I couldn’t go to the Rusty Nail, that would put me in possible contact with Mac. I sighed, “Thanks for the offer but I think I’ll just stay home.”
“Sis, you have got to get out.” He took his plate to the sink, “It’s not good for you to stay on the ranch all the time.”
I nodded, “Yeah but I’ve been on the road for a few years, it’s nice just to be home.” Safe at home I hoped.
He walked to the door, “Fine but if you change your mind I’m leaving about 6:30.
So, here’s the problem, her name is Cynthia Rebecca Williams. I broke her Barrel Racing Record in November. If that wasn’t bad enough, she’s blaming me for Mac not loving her.
The girls a psycho. She’s threatened me with bodily harm, her goons have followed me and threatened me. On the way home from Nevada they slashed the tires on my trailer.
The worst part was her threat to harm the Rocking R and the Flying J.
I know I need to tell Randy, so he and Mac would have a heads up, but I just can’t bring myself to admit I can’t take care of myself.
And it’s all my fault because I walked, no I ran away from the best thing to ever be in my life, Mac Ross.
I can’t keep I mind off the man I watched at the rodeo. I talked to Randy about him, he told me the closest he had gotten to having a wife had been Cindi.
Randy had talked to him and made him see the mistake he was making. When he broke it off with her she took one of his stallions and paid someone to have him put down.
Randy said Mac almost didn’t come back from that one.
“Now you’ve brought it all back home. No way Mac will take you back now.”
I didn’t ride to the Rusty Nail with Randy, but I did go. I saw them in the back booth as I walked in the front door, so I made my way to the bar and sat with my back to them.
“Hi Allie, what would you like?”
“Hi Joe,” I smiled at him, “Just Coke please.”
He poured the coke and sat it in front of me, “I’ll add it to Randy’s tab. Nice to have you home.”
“Nice to be home.”
A big cowboy walked up behind me, “So, you wanna’ dance with me?”
I know the voice as soon as he said ‘So.’ Mike the most loyal of Cindi’s goons.
“Mike, I wouldn’t dance with you if you were the last man on the planet. And I’m using the term man loosely.”
“Ah, come on don’t be that way. We could have a lot of fun.”
I raised my voice, “Mike, I’m telling you get off me.”
“Cowboy the lady said no, now move on.”
My back stiffened as I slowly looked up into the eyes of Mac Ross.
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