Chaps and Hope (Mossy Glenn Ranch) by Bradford Bailey

Author:Bradford, Bailey [Bradford, Bailey]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2013-03-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Will ran down the sidewalk along with what had to be half the town. Sirens blared in the distance, but they didn’t sound far away. He didn’t question how everyone seemed to know bad shit was going down at the hardware store. It was a small town—news was carried in the air in some weird-ass small-town ritual. Whatever, however, he knew from the others around him that Fred Jr had been hurt and one of the ‘new queers’ in town was whaling on Fred Sr. Will’s heart slammed against his ribs. He got more than one nasty comment as he shoved people out of the way, but damn it, they needed to fucking move out of his way!

Will’s smaller stature came in handy. He slipped between people as the ambulance pulled up in front of the hardware store. Moving fast, not wanting to get blocked out, Will ran inside and began shoving through the spectators there. A dozen or so people were crammed at a doorway in the back. Will made a beeline for it, grunts and curses crackling in the store.

“Let me by,” he snarled at a couple of men standing shoulder to shoulder.

“Fag,” one of them snarled back. Will ducked a punch and slammed his fist into the man at kidney level. The man yelled and hit the floor. Will gave the other guy a glare, but the man raised his hands up as if to ward off an attack.

“I ain’t like him.” The man gestured with his chin to the downed form on the floor.

“Good,” Will huffed as he went into the room. He’d have said more, but he saw Troy, straddling a giant of a man who was cussing and bucking. Troy sat on his chest and had his knees pinning the guy’s arms. Fred Sr, Will guessed, and Troy had his wrists, too. There was blood running down from a gash at the corner of Troy’s left eye, but the bastard on the floor didn’t have a mark on his ugly face. And that man kept jerking, twisting, kicking—Troy was having a hell of a time holding on to him.

Will didn’t call out. He knew better than to distract Troy, doing so could cost Troy his life. The man he held down was in a rage, froth and spittle flying from his foul mouth. Troy grimaced and grunted and held on. Will looked past him when he heard a pain-filled whimper. His stomach twisted into hot shaky knots as he saw a kid beaten black and blue, blood smeared from too many places to tell where the original wounds were. Two women and a man were with him, trying to help the poor guy.

Will turned his attention back to Troy as shouts from the EMS crew rang out, ordering people to clear the way. It was the distraction Will had feared, and Troy looked up at the additional noise.

Everything moved in a blur, Troy’s eyes widening, the man beneath him freeing himself enough to throw a mean punch.

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