The Dragon Seller: A Tale of Love and Dragons by F.G. Ferrario

Author:F.G. Ferrario [Ferrario, F.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2017-07-26T22:00:00+00:00

IT SEEMS ABSURD, BUT IT WAS the Drought to save us, for once.

Since the farmers stopped cultivating those lands and abandoned the homes, the fire risk tripled. So, when the satellite revealed a temperature peak in that area, the fire alarm went off at the Kuna fire station. Fifteen minutes later the ambulance arrived as well.

I woke up in the hospital, in Boise. Outside the room, my parents were talking with a doctor and deputy Ertz. They had brought Jean to the operating room, I found out later on, and they were operating on him to take out the bullet from his shoulder.

I told the sheriff that a group of Vagabonds had attacked us.

"They were squatters", I told him. "People from the South. They didn't expect to find the house occupied".

Ertz didn't believe it for a second.

"I know it's all bullshit, Ports. I don't have enough proof to proceed against you, or against your friend in there. But you're officially in my radar. I'll be on your ass starting today. If you so much as get a parking violation, I'll make sure you're done for".

"Oh", he said before leaving the room, "and first thing tomorrow I'll be calling the people at CDR(11). I really hope your store is according to law. Get well soon".

And he left slamming the door.

Wow, I thought laying in the bed. I really needed another enemy.

Instead I told my parents the truth. After all, they were the only ones besides LeBon that knew the whole story. My mom didn't take it so well. She spent hours yelling at me and crying.

"They could have killed you, Jack! You could have died!"

She shook me and then hugged me, and then she went back to shaking me. My father, on the other hand, sat there with an attitude of silent reproach. He would let me have hit, for sure, but at the right time.

The next day my friends Frank and Sarah from Farwest Landscape Center came to see me, and Antone Davis as well, the head of the Dragon Breeder Association. He asked me how my Mustangs were (he was the one who helped me get the license) and wished me a quick recovery.

After four days they let me go home. I had a brace on my right arm and around my chest because of the broken rib, but I was doing better than Jean. Before leaving the hospital, I went to see him. The first bullet had punctured his thigh without doing much damage, but the second had broken his shoulder bone and grazed a lung. About four inches right, and it would have hit his heart.

"You were lucky, mister LeBon", the doctors told him.

But it wasn't luck: Whiskey had saved his life, and the two of us knew it.

The doctors told us Jean would stay in the hospital about another week. When I got back to the store, I found it open. Roger and my father had gone there to feed my dragons during those days. For a while I wandered around the garden, making sure the Mustangs and Outbacks were okay.

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