Doc Marshall by Jessie Cooke

Author:Jessie Cooke [Cooke, Jessie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Redline Publishing
Published: 2018-10-25T22:00:00+00:00

Doc walked into the clubhouse an hour after leaving the hospital, into the midst of a party. They were throwing it for him, but in true Skulls fashion, they hadn’t waited for him to get started. He didn’t fault them for that; he knew they meant well. Hawk bought a box of cigars with blue bindings that said “It’s a boy,” and he gave them to Doc with a bottle of good brandy as soon as he walked in. Someone put a freshly poured drink in his hand and Hawk held his drink up and said, “A toast to the proud papa, his old lady, Dallas, and the new little Marshall. What’s his name again?”

Doc smiled and said, “Dax, and y’all better remember it because that kid will be your boss someday.”

Hawk laughed and said, “May they all live long and prosper.”

Everyone shouted out their “Hear, hear” and once the toast was finished, they gave him a round of applause. Dallas could talk all she wanted about these people not being the “respectable types.” They were his people…his son’s people…and despite popular belief, most of the “respectable types” that Doc knew well in his life had been some of the biggest assholes he’d ever met…beginning with his own father. He shook off the memories of Landon, quickly. They came and went with anger, grief, and a bunch of emotions he hated acknowledging, much less dealing with. The smile on Doc’s face was real. He was a father, and everything he’d worked for and would work for in the future suddenly had even more purpose.

He shot pool, played darts, danced with a few of the girls…innocently…and he drank, a lot. Dallas and the baby had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days, there were no pressing business matters, and he felt like having fun for a change. He’d just sat down at one of the tables with Badger and Tank to share a joint when he caught sight of Coyote out of the corner of his eye. Doc’s number one sergeant at arms had been conspicuously absent all evening and now he looked like he was trying to sneak out the front door.

“Excuse me, boys,” Doc said, slurring his words only slightly. “I see someone I need to talk to.” Coyote slipped out the front door and by the time Doc caught up with him, he was throwing a leg over his bike. “Where you going?” Doc asked, startling the other man. Coyote’s eyes were shot through with blood like he’d had too much to drink to be climbing on the back of the bike…but that was nothing new. Coyote’s normal blood alcohol level was somewhere around the Massachusetts legal limit. Doc had found Coyote when he was only seventeen. He was socially awkward, and Doc ultimately found out that he couldn’t read or write. He recognized something in him though…intelligence, grit, determination, something…he knew that he could go far if he just had a little bit of help.

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