I woke up in a tiny white room. Laying on a much too small bed. I moaned as I tried to move. Continue reading “Chapter 28”
The first shot missed Al by just inches, the next one got my shoulder. I dropped us both to the ground and rolled over the top of Al. Continue reading “Chapter 27”
I opened my eyes. Something was off. It took me a minute to focus and realize Al wasn’t in my bed. No, our bed. I looked at her pillow. There was a note. Continue reading “Chapter 26”
We made love four times that night. I was so careful not to hurt her side. Going as far as letting her have control. That was so out of my normal comfort zone but took me to heights I hadn’t been to before. We fit together like a lock and key. Now she’s asleep in the crook of my arm and holding her close to my chest. Continue reading “Chapter 25”
I was wheeling Al to the front door when Marshal Anderson stopped me, “Wait here sir, my partner will be here with the truck soon.” Continue reading “Chapter 24”
I looked at the door. Al still on my chest, legs between mine. Randy stood waiting to come in, and I nodded. Continue reading “Chapter 23”
Tuesday morning, I was holding Al’s hand, rubbing small circles over and around her knuckles. Continue reading “Chapter 22”
“Mr. Ross, I’m Ranger Clark,” he gave me his hand, which I shook, “and this is Ranger Gibson. I just happened to be at the rodeo Friday night. So, I was given your case.” Continue reading “Chapter 21”
Man, time flies when you’re having fun. I turned my head to see the clock, 8:30 a.m. Continue reading “Chapter 20”
