Chapter 44

Patton hated Kansas City. He always had.

A gloved hand filled Patton’s vision, and he took it with a grunt of thanks, allowing one of the defenders to pull him to his feet. Probably the same one that had sent him flying only seconds earlier. The pass had been caught in bounds, advancing the line of scrimmage fifteen yards. The entire game had gone that way. Patton kept getting knocked down, but every time he was pulled to his feet, the chains had moved. It would be a perfect game but for the sky pushing down, threatening to swallow them.

“You okay?” Bryce asked as they moved into the huddle. “You’re taking a hell of a beating.”

“Fine.”

“What about your knee?”

“It’s fine.” Patton checked his wristband and quickly chose the play. The Arrowheads’ pass rush had been strong all day, but they weren’t stopping the big passes or the runs. The big calls were paying off, too. “Slide option.”