The Texan's Twins

“Okay, and how about trophy fishing?”

“That I still like to do.”

“My point being you never seem to settle down and do one thing at a time.” She swallowed back her agitation. “Which means you’re never going to excel at anything you do.”

“Ouch.”

“Except rodeo. You seem to have stuck with that.”

“And to think, I actually felt sorry for you a little while ago.”

“I’m just worried your lack of commitment might mean you’re not the best helicopter pilot in the world.”

“That worry I can dispel right now.”

“Oh, yeah? How?”

“Remember when I asked you if you wanted the Disney or the vanilla version?”

“Yeah?”

“Here’s the Disney.”

“Oh, damn—”

Her stomach lurched. It actually felt as if it flew out of her body and landed somewhere in the vicinity of her toes. In reality, it was the helicopter that dropped, but it might as well have been her stomach. She screamed, or she thought she did. Her terror might have been solely confined to the inside of her head.

“Hang on.”

She almost yelled there was nothing to hang on to, but she was too busy trying to catch her breath. They were headed for a patch of green, one with a ribbon of blue in the center of it. A river. She had no idea which one it was, only that they were headed right for it, the helicopter dropping lower and lower and lower.

“Jet!” But it wasn’t exactly a squeal of terror. Even to her own ears she could hear the laughter.

They never even got close to the water, not really, but it felt like it as Jet maneuvered the helicopter forward. Below she caught a glimpse of two startled fishermen.