Bullets in the Briar by Kimber Silver

Author:Kimber Silver
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Strong females;Sheriff;Crime fiction;Southwest;Small town;Adoption;Motorcycle
Publisher: Silver Plains Publications
Published: 2024-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

On The Block

Pulling off the two-lane road, Lincoln parked on a gravel shoulder and sipped his coffee as he watched a sky-blue Audi in his rear-view mirror. The car slowed, then stopped. Despite the sheriff’s choice of some of the roughest back roads he could find, he could not shake the man while out in the county on his early morning rounds. It was time to see what Crawley wanted.

Lincoln exited his pickup and signaled for the driver to pull in behind him. Trenton parked and slithered out of his car.

“Just what is it you want?” Lincoln asked as he approached his stalker.

“I’m simply taking a drive in the county. Is that against the law?” Trenton returned with a challenging glint in his eye.

“Interferin’ with police business is against the law. You, sir, are ridin’ a thin line, and you’re about outta road.”

“Why, James, you look positively livid. Go ahead—hit me. An assault charge would look pretty on your record and set my win.”

Lincoln studied his adversary as he considered how satisfying it would be to wipe the pie-eating grin off the man’s face. Sadly, losing the election for one moment of satisfaction was not a smart trade off.

The sheriff’s phone rang. He retrieved it from his shirt pocket, glancing at the caller ID before he took the call and headed back to his pickup, giving an open-handed wave to Jack Levine, who gawked at the two candidates as he drove past.

“Hey, Charlene. Great timin’,” Lincoln said as he hopped into his vehicle and struggled to let go of his irritation.

“You sound stressed, Linc. What’s going on?” she asked.

“That idiot Crawley is followin’ me all over the county. I was real tempted to clean his clock just before ya called.”

Charlene cackled. “While I would love that, your campaign may not survive another scandal. Have you seen the paper today?”

“Shit,” Lincoln spat, and put his phone on hands-free as he took off. “No, I haven’t.”

“Crawley is calling for an investigation against you for sexual harassment.”

Lincoln tried to process what he’d just heard. “Who’s been sexually harassed?”

“Sheila Clark.”

“I’ve never been alone with that woman for a minute! His bull won’t get too far.”

“No, it won’t,” Charlene concurred. “But that’s not why I called. There is some kind of disturbance at the sale barn. Butch needs you.”

“I’m five minutes out.” Lincoln pressed on the accelerator leaving Trenton behind.

“Don’t worry about Crawley. His chickens will come home to roost soon enough, Linc.”

“I know you’re right—” Lincoln’s words trailed off as he pulled into the sale barn lot. There, amid the dust and trailers, were dozens of men in a full-on brawl. “Damn! Send Dixon to the sale barn. We’re gonna need help.” He disconnected the call and jumped from his vehicle to rush into the fray.

Lincoln eyed the restrained men who were sitting with their backs against Butch’s SUV: a mixture of bikers and men from the settlement. “Am I glad to see you,” his undersheriff wheezed. “I’m out of restraints.”

A crowd had gathered around one large man.

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