Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
He got to his feet, hands held up.
“Damn, I don’t know how you’re still moving, but you start to make for the exit and know if I see anyone coming, I’ll kill ’em if you don’t get them to back down,” Wayne explained, his voice shaky.
He wasn’t sure why he shouldn’t be moving, but it was suddenly harder than it had been a moment before. His chest ached but he didn’t touch it since he had his hands in the air trying to show Wayne he wasn’t a threat.
“Move it, asshole,” Wayne said. “You should know when I get out of this, I’m going to find your bitch and I’m going to show her what a real man is like. I’m going to…”
A loud thunk ended whatever Wayne had been planning to say, and Sawyer spun around, his head getting light. Wayne slumped to the floor and there was Sabrina. His Teach was standing there with the fire extinguisher in her hands.
Wyatt ran in. “Sabrina. Damn it, I told you…” He looked at Sawyer. “Oh, no. Sawyer…”
They were okay, so now he could deal with the bullet he’d taken straight to his chest. Yep. It had been adrenaline that kept him upright, and now he slumped down, vision beginning to recede.
Wyatt caught him and he heard shouting, saw Sabrina’s desperate eyes. She looked really pretty in the firelight.
It was a good way to die.
* * * *
Sabrina stood as Wyatt entered with two cups of coffee in his hands. The waiting room of the small hospital in Del Norte was packed with Bliss citizens. Henry’s wife, Nell, had joined them, bringing muffins and some incense she claimed would calm them all down, but the hospital had said no. Which earned them a slot on Nell’s protest schedule.
Elisa and Van and Hale were sitting close. Elisa had a couple of scrapes but had already been cleared by the EMT who’d come to the bar with Nate. He’d ridden in with the Creede department at his back, and they’d managed to take down everyone that Henry and Elisa hadn’t.
Including Wyatt’s brother, who was now in custody and likely dealing with a hell of a headache.
“Here you go,” Wyatt said, passing her one of the cups.
“Any word?” She knew she’d asked the question a hundred times, but she couldn’t quite stop herself.
“On Sawyer, no.” Wyatt slumped down beside her. “On those dipshits who started this clusterfuck, yes. I met Sawyer’s friend Ty down in the cafeteria. He was on call when they found Marshall and Knox. Who luckily had both worn vests because they were worried I would kill them if I had a chance. So they’re alive. Nate fired them, though. Said he wouldn’t be able to trust them again.”
She knew she wouldn’t. “I’m still glad they’re alive. They can testify against the CBI agent. He lived, I suppose.”
She didn’t care if he died.
“They only wounded him,” Henry said. He sat across from them, Poppy laid out on her father’s chest sleeping away. “From what I heard, he was extremely surprised when he called in your escape and the sheriff from Creede arrested his ass.” He winced. “Sorry, baby. They arrested him.”
Nell sighed and leaned against him. “I don’t think she’s listening.” She gave him a smile and her hand went to her belly. “But this one might be.”
She’d heard rumors Nell was pregnant and being careful about it.
She wouldn’t be able to even tease the thought of having Sawyer’s babies if he didn’t pull through.
He had to pull through.
Wyatt reached out and threaded his fingers around hers. “It’s going to be okay.”
She wasn’t sure since he’d had a hole in his chest.
“Hey, Sabrina,” a feminine voice said. “I’m Lucy and this is…”
“River.” She’d seen pictures of these two along with Ty. They ranged from when they were kids to a picture at a wedding where Sawyer had stood in the back and looked utterly uncomfortable in a suit. Lucy and River and Ty were Sawyer’s cobbled-together family. “It’s nice to formally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Sawyer.”
River sank down to one of the seats. She looked like she’d hurried to get here. She was still in PJ pants, but she’d thrown a hoodie and her sneakers on. “How long has he been in and is it true the bar is a total loss? I heard those bikers went crazy and started throwing Molotov cocktails around.”
“Oh, that was…” Wyatt began.
But Sabrina knew a couple of things. “Yep, that’s exactly what happened. When they began to realize they weren’t getting the answers they came for, they wanted to burn it all down. I’ll let the sheriff know I’m willing to go on record. Sawyer is going to need a police report if he’s going to be able to get insurance to pay out.”