Gunslinger

This afternoon she looked like every afternoon she hitched a ride. Nothing more than a small backpack in her hand and a pair of work gloves. But he’d seen that look.

Fred backed up out of the driveway. Without a plan of what he was going to do, Bryce stepped off his porch and jogged to the street. He waved Fred over. Kylie glared at him, but rolled down the window.

“Hey, Kylie. Mr. Snell, I think Mrs. Mackey introduced us at the café last Wednesday. Nice to see you again.” The older gent bobbed his head. “I was wondering if you could use another hand.”

“What’s that? I’m a little hard of hearing.”

“He asked if he could come with us today.” Kylie shook her head.

Fred looked around her and squinted at the window. “Yeah, you’re Mackey’s handyman. We can always use another pair of young hands and a strong back. We’re clearing some brush out at the Childerses’s. Scoot over to the middle, Kylie.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Fred.” She looked from one man to the other. Bryce could tell she was scrambling for an excuse to not open the door. “He needs gloves and has a horrible sunburn. He might get sick from it.”

“Nonsense, Kylie. I have lots of extra gloves. You hand ’em out to the kids. Plenty of men work when their shoulders are red. Besides, you make us use sunscreen.” He nodded and the debate was over.

Kylie scooted while he opened the door. Her eyes shot daggers—no other way to describe it—into Bryce’s heart. He should be a dead man after those sharp points had stabbed him multiple times.

Fred stepped on the gas and the old truck chugged as loud as a train down Pecan Street. “Might as well leave that window down, son. AC went out in this thing back in ’79.”

There wasn’t much small talk between the roar of the engine and the wind blowing through the cab. He dropped his arm behind Kylie to make a little more room and ended up with an elbow in his ribs.

“Ouch. What was that for?”

“The least you could have done is left your gun at home. I’m surprised you’re not wearing a white hat since you’re trying to come to my rescue.” She wiggled on the old vinyl seat, trying to gain space between their hips.

“Now, Kylie, darlin’, I’m going to downshift in a few. Scoot back over to our new volunteer.” Fred kept his eyes straight ahead, one elbow out the window and one hand on the wheel.

One look at his upturned lips and anyone could tell he thought he was helping two lovebirds take flight. Fred hadn’t been exaggerating about shifting soon. They turned taking a road that was more dust than dirt.

Their driver rolled up his window and Bryce took the hint. It was better to sweat and be able to breathe.

“Want to take off your extra shirt?” he asked close to Kylie’s ear.

She shook her head and pulled the long-sleeve shirt closed at the neck. In the past two weeks he hadn’t seen her in short sleeves. Battle scars. She’d been shot four times in that drive-by.

They reached their destination and Bryce would have a hard time if he had to drive back by himself. His shirt was sticking to his skin. He winced when Kylie lightly patted him between his shoulders.

“Thanks for coming to help,” she said loudly.

Fred acknowledged and gave a wave to follow. Other cars and trucks were close by. A few young people milled around the corner of the house, coming to attention when Fred approached.

“I thought you worked with a couple of kids cleaning barns.”

“Today is special. A tornado came through the property in the spring and we need to clear it out. The Childers family has donated the wood to the teen group. They plan to sell it for firewood.”

“Know how to use a chain saw, son?” Fred asked from where three were being gassed up.

“Yes, sir. Grew up around them.”

“Grab a pair of gloves from behind the seat and come get a refresher. We don’t allow anyone who hasn’t graduated to use one.” He pointedly turned to the kid at his elbow and shook his head.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” Kylie threw her bag over her shoulder and pulled her gloves on.

She acted like running away was the furthest thing from her mind. No one would have guessed that she wasn’t moving through her life like normal. Her biggest worry at the moment seemed to be how they’d get all the wood back to town.

Xander Tenoreno was out there. No one was watching him. He could be meeting with a hired gun, sending one of his men or planning—yeah, he could be planning to take care of his ex-wife himself. Bryce had seen some of the gruesome results the Texas Mafia families had left in their wake. How could he convince her to come with him?

“Kylie, why don’t you take Bryce, Calvert and Martin on your team. Everybody clear on the rules?” Fred asked.

“What rules?” He nudged Kylie before she could walk too far away.

“The team that stacks the most wood wins a bunch of donations from the town. Daydreaming isn’t allowed...we want to win. Right, guys?”

“Whatever,” they both answered, clearly not excited.

“Martin, do you mind lugging this thing and taking Bryce to the worksite? I need to say hi to Mrs. Childers.”

“No prob.”

Bryce was torn. He needed to keep Kylie in sight. Whatever her plan, she wasn’t leaving without her shoulder bag. “Why don’t I carry this for you?”

“That’s all right. No need.”

“I insist.” He took it off her arm, playing a little tug-of-war until she let go.

“Fine.” She ran up the hill to the house joining a woman on the porch.

As much as he wanted to hear that conversation, he felt it was necessary to maintain his cover story with Kylie’s friends. If she announced he was a Texas Ranger...who would show up on her doorstep?

Then again, what if that was what the conversation was right at this moment?

* * *

“YOU’RE CERTAIN IT will be okay?” Kylie asked.

“Of course I am. I’ll explain everything to Richard later. He’ll take the grandkids in the four wheeler and catch Little Bit tomorrow. No big deal. They’ll have a blast.”

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this, Lisa.”

“On the other hand, maybe you should tell me what’s wrong. You aren’t afraid of the tall and good-looking one over there. Are you? Is that what this is all about?”

“No. I don’t want to involve him.” She watched the last of the teams disappear into the trees.

“Well, maybe you should. He looks like someone who could fix a couple of problems.”

“Remember, we just talked about ordering pizza for the kids and getting water down the hill.”

“I’ll have Little Bit saddled and ready to go at four, but I don’t understand why you’re all set to visit the Turners. I could run you over in the car a lot faster.”