Showdown in West Texas by Amanda Stevens

Author:Amanda Stevens [Stevens, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2009-01-08T23:00:00+00:00

THEY BOTH SAID VERY LITTLE on the way back to town. Grace was too preoccupied—and worried—by what they’d found at the crime scene to try and make small talk.

Dale seemed distracted, too. His head was turned toward the window, but somehow Grace didn’t think he was watching the scenery.

“Does this change things for you?” she finally asked.

It took him a moment to respond. He turned, but only to stare out the windshield. “It changes things,” he said. “It changes everything, but not in the way you mean.”

She frowned at his vagueness. “What do you mean?”

He looked at her then, and his blue eyes seemed to burn right through her. Grace felt a quiver in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to look away, but found that she couldn’t.

“That guy back there…”

“Yeah? What about him?”

“He—”

Whatever he’d been about to tell her was cut short by the sound of a shotgun blast a split second before the back windshield in the truck disintegrated. Glass from the exploding window peppered Grace’s arm and the side of her face, and she jumped, as much from the shock as the pain.

“Get down!” she screamed as the truck veered off the road and another blast took off the side mirror.

Grace slid down in the seat, contorting herself to keep her head below the rear window opening while flooring the accelerator. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dale twist in the seat to get a look out the back.

“It’s coming from the top of the canyon,” he yelled.

Grace headed straight for a stand of mesquite bushes. It wasn’t much cover, but it was the only thing around for miles.

As she swung the truck around and slammed on the brakes, Dale opened the door and jumped out. The entire front seat was covered in glass, and Grace could feel the chunks slice into her skin like a cheese grater as she slid across to the passenger side and rolled out behind him.

Keeping her head down, she made her way toward the front of the vehicle where Dale hunkered in the dirt, peering around the bumper.

“I saw a flash,” he said. “Just to the right of that juniper tree.”

Grace gripped her gun as she eased around him to have a look.

“What’s the quickest way to the top?” he asked.

“There’s a trail about a mile down the road.”

“He’ll be long gone by then.” He took another peek around the bumper. “Cover me,” he said.

“What?”

“Cover me.”

Before Grace could protest, he darted around the truck and sprinted toward the canyon.

“Idiot,” she muttered as she watched him zigzag across the open expanse.

Buckshot tore through the scrub brush at his feet, kicking up trails of tiny dirt clouds, and for a moment as he staggered, Grace thought he might have been hit.

She got off several rounds before a spray of slugs pinged across the side of the truck, ripping through the metal as though it were tin foil and forcing her back behind the wheel well in shock.

Grace’s heart was pumping so hard, she could feel the beat in her temples.

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