Chapter 82

After my little speech, I turned away from him. Maybe I was leaving him to die there at the crossroads—but I knew that wasn’t going to happen; he wasn’t bleeding that much. Seconds passed as I climbed into Gray’s Avalanche and drove back to Tucker’s Bed and Breakfast. As the adrenaline bled out of me I began to feel serene, and I saw a quiet smile on my face every time I looked in the rear view mirror. I’d just kicked Toby Chandler’s ass. I was delighted with myself for having the balls to protect what was mine: Gray McKeever.24: Even Cowboys Drink Tea

Tucker’s Bed and Breakfast

Bathroom

June 15, 20—

12:48 P.M.