Just as my mother’s eyes went molten hot and I knew that she was going to pull the trigger, a ball came sailing past me.
The ball hit my mother in the head, directly against her face, and she fell backward.
The gun went off.
The ball bounced back toward me.
And I took the second shot.
It nailed Audrey in the stomach and she doubled over with a whoosh.
I slammed the door closed and searched for something heavy to put in front of it.
The huge rolling water cart with the locking wheels was perfect.
My sister came to help me, and between the two of us we positioned the cart in front of the outward-opening door and locked the wheels.
Audrey started to pound on the door. “Let me out!”
We left her.
“Nice shot,” I said. “How good did that feel?”
“If I could do it again, I’d video it and put it on the internet,” she said. “I think nothing better could happen than the world seeing her take a ball to the face.”
I snorted. “That room has a video feed.”
“Excellent.” She took my hand. “What’s going on?”
I squeezed her hand. “I don’t know.”
There was no more yelling.
But there was, however, galloping.
“What the fuck?” Nettie and I both said at the same time.
We peeked around the corner of the tunnel and…
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“I feel like we’re in a romance novel setting right now,” she breathed as we watched Weaver gallop up on a horse.
One second he was at the entrance of the field, and the next he was galloping so damn fast across the field that everyone turned and looked to see where the thunder was coming from.
“His ass looks really good in those pants,” she whispered.
He was in tan pants that fit him like a glove.
According to him when I’d checked him out in them this morning, they were 5.11 Tactical pants that were made for movement. They were stretchy, durable, and protective.
I’d just been damn impressed in the way they cupped his ass and his package.
“I know,” I breathed as he made it to the man with the gun.
When he got close, he took his foot from the stirrup and launched himself off the back of the horse right at the man staring in shock at the horse rocketing toward him.
Weaver took the guy out like a battering ram.
