Dade held the rifle out over his head, his other hand up. I ducked under the wire fence, my aim never wavering.
“Easy man, I got the gun from him.”
I still had them both covered, the muzzle of the gun going an inch between both targets. The one holding the weapon and the one screaming on the ground. Either would be an easy shot.
“Don’t kill him.” Alison said behind me.
“That’s twice now, that she’s saved you, Tim.”
“Get this horse off me.” He gasped.
In the course of trying to pull himself out, his shirt rode up, and his chest was taped heavily. I smiled grimly and thought of how bad that fall had to have hurt with broken ribs. Too bad about the horse though, I hated killing a good animal.
“I called Jackson. Want me to call the sheriff’s office?”
“Don’t bother, I’ll call him myself,” Dade said coldly. “Howdy, Ms. Alison. Sorry for meeting you again under these circumstances.”
She said nothing, but I could hear her dialing.
“We’re at the Masterson's ranch. Tim Bart just tried to shoot Cameron. Uh huh. Oh no, Tim isn’t going anywhere. He’s got a dead horse pinning him down. No, no, the horse is dead. No Tim shot at Cameron.”
“This should be fun to explain to Carl,” Dade said dryly. “I said I’d call…”
“I ought to kill this stupid bastard,” I grumbled.
“Shhhh, she’s still got 911 on the phone,” he grinned. “Marines?”
“Army.”
“Nobody’s perfect. Want to help me drag his ass out from under the horse so he’ll quit crying like a fucking pansy?”
“No, let’s leave him for the coyotes,” I said, but Tim started screaming at that point.
“It might hurt, pulling him out.”
“You’ve got a deal,” I told him grinning and putting the rifle sling around my shoulder again.
Tim got one good look at my expression and put his hands up, starting to beg. I got my hands under one arm, Dade the other and we started to pull savagely. My arms flexed, and I was pulling with all of my strength when his leg slid free. I had just enough warning not to lose my feet and bang my head on the gun. He screamed for a minute about his ribs, and I knew he was in pain. He had tears running down his cheeks and was lying on his side, his leg straight out, in pain.
“Think I should still shoot the dumb fuck?” I said.
“Naw, I won’t let him ride fence with a gun anymore. Not while I’m foreman,” Dade told me.
“Carl isn’t going to like it.”
“It isn’t up to Carl, it’s up to you?”
“It’s like that?” I asked, totally confused.
“It’s up to you. This kid can either go to jail for probably forever. I don’t know how he got out of trouble the other day, but I saw him try to shoot you. So did Alison. You can put this boy in prison forever, or you can let me run his ass ragged.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Reputation mostly. It’s all I have, and I can’t let some kid; even the owners son do the shit he’s doing. I’ll have his ass confined to the house if I have to.”
I was cooling down, and for once, my mind was spinning and planning. If I let this drop and took Dade at his word, I might buy Bill and Mom some breathing room or goodwill with the Bart's. On the other hand, if the kid tries it again… I decided.
“He comes at me again, I’ll kill him.”
“I would have killed him the first time, but it’s up to you. What do you want me to tell Tyler when he gets out here?”
“That his nephew is walking back to the ranch,” I said with a smile.
“That’ll piss him off.”
“Everybody wins. Tim lives, and I get to piss off my two favorite Bart’s.”
“Yeah, I heard about you popping the old man’s jewels. I told him to stay away.”
“At least somebody on your side has a cool head.”
“I do try. I’ll have Tyler stop out after he collects this shithead.”
“Thanks. I’ll be at Tory’s Cabin.”
“Me too,” Alison spoke up.
“Ok, well, nice to meet you, and Alison, always a pleasure to see you. Sorry about all of this.”
“See you next time.” I told him and ducked under the fence and mounted Lightning.
As we were riding away, I heard Tim’s blubbery whiney voice. “Are you really going to make me walk?” I broke Lightning into a fast run, before my laughter made me a fool. I had to slow down to rest Lightning and Ali kept right beside me now, still silent. I thought about checking out the spot where the coyote was shot, but decided it could wait for another day. Then I remembered and turned to Ali.
“You call Jackson?”
“Yeah.”
“Is he coming?”
“It was already over, but he’s sending a truck anyways. Probably should have seen it by now.”
“Oh, hey, there’s a dust cloud.”
Sure enough, a battered pickup truck with Charlie and Jackson n it bouncing across the pasture, with three ranch hands in the back. All had rifles, and none of them looked happy. Lightning startled a little bit when the truck pulled up beside us, but when Jackson saw me, he broke out into a grin and leaned out the passenger window.
“You just have to stir up all kinds of horseshit, don’t you?”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Everyone ok?”
“Yeah, but we called the sheriff. Going to head to the cabin to wait on him.”
“Did you leave anything to clean up?”
“No, not on our side of the fence,” I said, just for a grin, but Jackson’s dark features paled.
“I was kidding man. I shot his horse out from under him.”
“Well shit, for a second there I thought”
“No, no. We’re fine.”
“You ok, Ms. Alison?” He asked politely.
“Fine. I was riding way in the back.”
“Smart thinking girl,” she grinned with the compliment.
“How’s the pipe work coming on the stock ponds?”
“Good, another day or three and we’ll be ready to start filling things back in.”
“Great news. Ok, I’ll see you back at the ranch.”
“Want to take our time?”
“I’m kind of hungry and your nasty sandwich left a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Alright. Race you!”
Chapter 8 –
To say we horsed around would be both a bad pun, and an understatement. Half a day’s riding out means half a day’s riding back in. The horses weren’t tired, and we spent more time at a fast trot than the slow walk we had earlier. I didn’t know what kind of chow they had planned at the barracks, but I’d been back on US soil for going on three days and I hadn’t had a slice of pizza yet. I knew there used to be a place in town somewhere, and Alison’s face lit up when I asked her if we could order some pizza to be delivered.
“Oh yeah, we’re all modern and stuff now a days. Even have a McDonald’s out here.”
“The wonders never cease.”
She pulled out her cell phone when we were approaching the horse barn and ordered a deep dish pepperoni. She laughed at whatever the other person on the phone said and broke out into a huge grin. “Thanks Tony, see you soon. Bubye,” she cooed as she ended the call. My blood boiled, and I could feel my jaw clenching when Alison saw the look on my face.
“What?”
“Tony?”
“Oh, he’s Tony boy, I went to school with him.”
“Oh? So you two have some history?”
“Oh, you could say that,” her tone was wicked and my blood boiled.
“So are there any other old boyfriends of yours out there going to shoot at me?” I was pissed.
“Why are you acting like this?” Her voice had slowly started to go from amusement to anger as well.
“Because, it’s been a shitty day and trouble follows you around more than it does
me.”
“That’s not even fair. You know it isn’t like that,” she was almost shouting.
Shit. I stopped talking long enough to rein in my anger and Jealousy. I had to fix this. I promised Bill I’d keep her safe. I took a deep breath, calming myself before responding.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. I was acting Jealous over Tony and…” I stopped talking because she looked at me puzzled, and then busted up laughing, which pissed me off even more.
“No, Tony and I, we had crushes on the same boy when I was twelve.”
I let that sink in, and when it hit, the color must have rushed out of my face. I was an idiot. An angry jealous fucking idiot.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I sincerely was, but her quiet sobs and big belly laughs as she unsaddled Blue got me going again. Tears ran down her cheeks.
“No no, it’s ok. It’s just that… The look on your… You were really pissed?”
I’d gotten off Lightning and was watching Ali as I was pulling the bit out of Lightning’s mouth. I hung it up and was about to cut off Ali when I felt teeth, on my other cheek. The damn horse bit me again, only half as hard as the first time. I still yelped and swatted her mouth away, where she just chuffed and stomped a hoof. Damn horse… The worst thing, while I’m rubbing my sore ass with both hands, Alison has fallen over and is kicking her feet laughing.
“I’m going to eat you one of these days,” I snarled to Lightning as I got the saddle off of her and got it shelved.
“Hahahahahah, you are hungry enough to eat a…”
“Shuddup, let’s go before the pizza gets here. You’re like a hyena the way you laugh at me.”
“And you’re like Wile-E-Coyote who’s just gone off the cliff with your ‘Oh Shit!’ expression. You should have a sign to hold up for moments like that.”
“Let’s go, smartass,” I said, half my anger gone, the rest of it directed at me and the stupid horse.
I decided to leave the Jeep and walk back to the cabin. I was hungry, she was right, but I wanted more time. I didn’t want this to speed up. Right now was perfect. Right now I was having fun and things weren’t confusing. Ali rubbed my arm and I looked at her. She took my hand. I picked random bits of straw out of her hair from her mock tantrum as we walked and I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was almost shot today, and despite that, I was having the time of my life, and losing my heart in one fell swoop.
“You’re pretty deep right now, aren’t you?”
“Huh, yeah I guess.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Pizza, maybe a beer or two if somebody has any.”
“We could ride into town later?”
“Yeah, but after today I don’t want to see how fast the gossip spreads about what I did to Tim.”
“The diner was creepy the other day, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. Small towns. A near shooting and a horse killing will make headlines instead of…” I broke off the thought because I almost said it. A guy who almost raped Ali. Yeah, that isn’t news. Not any I want her to be reminded of all the time.
“What?”
“How nepotism is alive and well in this town. I’m not going to press major charges, but I want to get him slapped with a fine and make sure he’s not around any guns. Things like that,” true, I had thought this also, but I wanted to leave the other part unsaid.
“Big words. You never used to talk like that.”
“I learned a lot, grew up.”
“Don’t we all,” she pulled me into a one arm hug and rested her head on my shoulder as we walked slowly back to the house.
When we topped the next rise, I could see an SUV parked at the main house, the sheriff’s brown color with gold lettering standing out in the sunlight. I smiled when we got closer, pointing out to Ali that they had Tim in the backseat, apparently handcuffed. His arms were behind his back and as soon as I got close, he started yelling and smacking his head on the glass side window. I was horrified when blood smears started obscuring the glass. Nobody was in the front seats, so I took off running to the SUV.
“Go find the sheriff; they probably went up to the porch.”
“What are you going to do to him?”
“Keep him from killing himself,” I panted as I broke into full speed.
As quick as I was, Alison was by far faster. I thought when I chased her before that she was quick, but I knew I was a fast sprinter. Now I knew she had been holding back. She left me behind and started yelling for Carl or the sheriff, probably figuring either or both were here. Instead, deputy Bob came sprinting from the porch as Alison skidded to a halt and started pointing.
I got to the SUV and opened the door, spilling Tim out on the ground. His face was a pulp of swollen and bruised flesh and he was half out conscious. I rolled him onto his side so he wouldn’t choke if he started to puke and looked on in confusion.
The deputy had his hand on the gun when he rounded the SUV, probably not knowing anything more than what Dade and Tim had told him, so I put my hands on my head and backed away from him.
“What’s going on here?”
“He started bashing his face into the glass, so I saved his sorry ass.”
“You sure you didn’t smack him around some more? I heard that you were pretty rough on him.”
“Sir, the blood is on the inside of the glass,” Alison said calmly, her sweet and gentle voice killing the aggression that had been building in the air.
“Oh wow, “was all he said, pulling his hand back and looking at the glass.
“Want us to call an ambulance?”
“No, I’ll radio it in. He did this to himself? This is a new one.”
The deputy, no his name wasn’t Bob, I couldn’t read his nametag, talked into his radio for a moment while we all watched the moaning lump on the ground. He took our statements after making sure Tim was stable and not having a seizure (but not moving his head) and confirmed that it was the same story Dade had told him. I know he was doing his job, but I already knew I was in the right and this piece of shit was wrong.
“You pressing charges?”
“Right now, I don’t know,” I told him truthfully as we watched Tim moan and move his leg move lazily. “I don’t know if something broke loose when the horse fell on his leg or, whatever else might be wrong with him.”
“From everyone’s words, he missed the first shot and was going to take another. If you hadn’t missed him by a mile and shot his horse instead, I’d say you gave this kid his life back. The boss is going to go ape shit when he gets out of court and hears about this, but what else is new? So don’t feel guilty for the kid, feel guilty for me having to deal with his uncle.”
I laughed. “You’re right.”
“Think about it. Once the ambulance gets him, I’ll get in contact again. I’m guessing for now you’d like to have a no contact order? Unofficial?”
“No no no no no,” Tim started moaning softly, coming around. His hands a were a bloody smear from being near his head and he ran his hands to his temples, pressing them in.
“Dude’s not right.” I told Deputy Owen, finally seeing the nametag.
“He’s been getting weird lately,” Alison broke my concentration.
“What do you mean?”
“More aggressive, louder. It’s like he was sweet one moment then had a roid rage hulk moment and went off the deep end.”
“Yeah,” I finished for her.
“Let’s see if we can get him some help. It sounds like more than a fall off a horse.”
“Yeah.” I repeated.
Two sets of headlights started down the long driveway, one of them flashing the emergency beacon. Behind that, was the pizza delivery boy, Tony? I think. The pizza dude stayed in the truck until the ambulance left and the door opened.
“Are you Alison?”
“Yes.”
“Tony had a last minute order, so he sent me. He said he owed you a pizza for last time I was late. Sorry,” the kid said sheepi
shly.
“You weren’t that late.”
He laughed. “Forty five minutes late. I won’t let it happen again.”
“Ok, you do that,” she took the pizza and handed it to me.
We walked back to the cabin, took our boots off, and each sneaked a piece of pizza before setting the table. I had joked about going to find beer somewhere on the ranch, but I was almost done in after the fifth slice of pizza, my eyes started to get heavy. I knew I’d need a shower tonight, but for right now, maybe I’d just enjoy sitting back and resting my eyes…
The screen door slamming shut brought me awake, and the first thing I reached for was the rifle, I’d leaned it up against the wall. I ended up that the only thing I accomplished was scaring the hell out of Jackson, Ali and Sandy who’d all walked in, chatting softly.
“Oh shit, I promise, I’m not here to sell Avon,” Sandy said with her hands up.
I let out I deep breath and lowered the gun. Shit!
“It’s been one of those days.”
“I heard about it. Actually, that’s why we’re here. I heard from my nephew.”
“Owen, the deputy?” I guessed.
He nodded, his face somber. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock, shocked that three hours had passed.
“Why’d you let me sleep that long?” I asked Alison, noticing that the pizza had been put up and the table cleared. I was puzzled and fuzzy headed.
“Oh, I tried to wake you up. You were chasing the white rabbit pretty deep, and you snore,” she poked me and I jumped.
“Dammit, Ali. So what’s the news on Tim?”
“They did an MRI to check his head for injuries,” Jackson started.
“And found a large growth,” Sandy finished after Jackson paused too long, unable to finish the thought.
“He had a brain tumor?” Ali asked.
“Something like that. He has surgery in the morning, about 10 a.m. Owen said you might want to know in case you want to stop in. Said you were on the fence about pressing charges, even after what he did to you.”
“How bad is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Damn. Ok, well, do you guys want some pizza?”
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