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barring that he threw a burlap sack over
her head and kidnapped her to take her back home, he’d suggest to
her family that they get her some counseling. Lord knew she needed
some kind of help. Help that none of them, including her mother,
brother or daddy could give her.
Hopefully, they would never hear about what
she had been doing since she’d been gone. It would forever damage
her family’s opinion of her. Hell, he knew it had been an eye
opener for him. He had to get her away from Heather as soon as
possible. He blamed that woman for most of Twyla’s sudden wild
behavior.
Ryan followed her for what seemed like
forever, but was only about twenty miles outside of town, before
Twyla finally turned on her blinker signaling a right turn. Her
truck disappeared down the off-ramp, and Ryan hoped he got off in
time to see which direction she turned from there. If not, he’d
spend hours trying to locate her.
When he got to the bottom of the ramp, she’d
already turned, and he was two cars back from the light at the
intersection, blocked by the concrete pylons on either side. He
slammed his fist on the steering wheel as he waited for the light
to change. The two cars in front finally moved, but took their
sweet time turning. He’d bet on the left turning lane, and when he
eased into the intersection, he saw he lost. He spotted her truck
in backed up traffic to the right.
An annoying three minutes later, he made a
U-turn and zoomed down the rough road. The traffic from earlier had
cleared, so he thought maybe he had a chance of catching up to her.
He rounded a curve five minutes later, and saw her truck in the
distance, making a left. When he got there, he realized it was a
gravel driveway that led up to a horse facility of some kind. That
must be where she had Tango boarded, he thought, as he turned. The
large parking lot in front of the huge barn in the distance was
almost full. Ryan wondered what the heck they did here.
There hadn’t been a sign at the gate that told
him, and he didn’t see any signs by the barn other than the huge
one on the side that labeled the ranch as the Rough Cut Ranch. He
didn’t recognize the two smaller signs that looked like an
organization of some kind on either side of the name. He was way
too far out. Horses grazed in the pastures flanking the gravel
drive, but it wasn’t a rough stock herd. These were prissy,
expensive horses that English riders rode. Thoroughbreds and
Arabians mixed with a few high dollar quarter horses.
In a far off pasture jumps were set up, and
several riders practiced out there. Definitely an English Pleasure
facility. And he didn’t see a barrel in sight. Twyla was definitely
not suited to riding English Pleasure. She had about as much grace
and finesse as a wrecking ball. He wondered then why she was out
here.
Ryan didn’t see any sign of Twyla when he hit
the parking lot. He slowly passed each row of vehicles, and looked
for her truck. When he reached the last row, Ryan was about to
believe he’d followed the wrong truck here, but then he saw her.
She walked out from between two jacked up trucks with a tall
cowboy. The man had his hand on her back while they walked. She was
smiling up at him as she talked animatedly with her hands. She
turned and the bright sun glinted off of something at her
hip.
Ryan leaned across the truck and squinted to
make out that Twyla wore a gunbelt that held two shiny silver
revolvers. One at each hip. The guy wore a similar rig on his hips
too.
What the hell was she up to ? A
shootout at high noon?
That’s sure what it looked like to him. Twyla
had rabbit, squirrel and deer hunted with him and Zack plenty of
times, but that was with a shotgun. He’d never seen her use a
handgun before. The fact that she had not one, but two in her
possession now scared the shit out of him.
Finding an open spot, Ryan pulled in and
killed the truck. For a moment, he sat there surveying the area,
wondering how he was going to follow her
her head and kidnapped her to take her back home, he’d suggest to
her family that they get her some counseling. Lord knew she needed
some kind of help. Help that none of them, including her mother,
brother or daddy could give her.
Hopefully, they would never hear about what
she had been doing since she’d been gone. It would forever damage
her family’s opinion of her. Hell, he knew it had been an eye
opener for him. He had to get her away from Heather as soon as
possible. He blamed that woman for most of Twyla’s sudden wild
behavior.
Ryan followed her for what seemed like
forever, but was only about twenty miles outside of town, before
Twyla finally turned on her blinker signaling a right turn. Her
truck disappeared down the off-ramp, and Ryan hoped he got off in
time to see which direction she turned from there. If not, he’d
spend hours trying to locate her.
When he got to the bottom of the ramp, she’d
already turned, and he was two cars back from the light at the
intersection, blocked by the concrete pylons on either side. He
slammed his fist on the steering wheel as he waited for the light
to change. The two cars in front finally moved, but took their
sweet time turning. He’d bet on the left turning lane, and when he
eased into the intersection, he saw he lost. He spotted her truck
in backed up traffic to the right.
An annoying three minutes later, he made a
U-turn and zoomed down the rough road. The traffic from earlier had
cleared, so he thought maybe he had a chance of catching up to her.
He rounded a curve five minutes later, and saw her truck in the
distance, making a left. When he got there, he realized it was a
gravel driveway that led up to a horse facility of some kind. That
must be where she had Tango boarded, he thought, as he turned. The
large parking lot in front of the huge barn in the distance was
almost full. Ryan wondered what the heck they did here.
There hadn’t been a sign at the gate that told
him, and he didn’t see any signs by the barn other than the huge
one on the side that labeled the ranch as the Rough Cut Ranch. He
didn’t recognize the two smaller signs that looked like an
organization of some kind on either side of the name. He was way
too far out. Horses grazed in the pastures flanking the gravel
drive, but it wasn’t a rough stock herd. These were prissy,
expensive horses that English riders rode. Thoroughbreds and
Arabians mixed with a few high dollar quarter horses.
In a far off pasture jumps were set up, and
several riders practiced out there. Definitely an English Pleasure
facility. And he didn’t see a barrel in sight. Twyla was definitely
not suited to riding English Pleasure. She had about as much grace
and finesse as a wrecking ball. He wondered then why she was out
here.
Ryan didn’t see any sign of Twyla when he hit
the parking lot. He slowly passed each row of vehicles, and looked
for her truck. When he reached the last row, Ryan was about to
believe he’d followed the wrong truck here, but then he saw her.
She walked out from between two jacked up trucks with a tall
cowboy. The man had his hand on her back while they walked. She was
smiling up at him as she talked animatedly with her hands. She
turned and the bright sun glinted off of something at her
hip.
Ryan leaned across the truck and squinted to
make out that Twyla wore a gunbelt that held two shiny silver
revolvers. One at each hip. The guy wore a similar rig on his hips
too.
What the hell was she up to ? A
shootout at high noon?
That’s sure what it looked like to him. Twyla
had rabbit, squirrel and deer hunted with him and Zack plenty of
times, but that was with a shotgun. He’d never seen her use a
handgun before. The fact that she had not one, but two in her
possession now scared the shit out of him.
Finding an open spot, Ryan pulled in and
killed the truck. For a moment, he sat there surveying the area,
wondering how he was going to follow her
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