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“Just a scratch,” he said wryly, but he was looking a little pale. “I’ve been through worse.”
The front door opened and two sets of footsteps came barreling down the hallway as Lance and Carter, Henry’s associates, came sprinting up to us.
“Jesus Christ,” one of them said.
“I think the bastard scaled the fucking house and hid out on the roof,” Henry said, rising onto his knees. “He’s not dead,” he said to me, noticing the look of confusion on my face. “I just knocked him out.”
Carter’s voice drifted through the room as he called the sheriff. Lance put his arm around Henry, lifting him to his feet.
“Who was shooting?” I rasped, my mouth feeling dry as a fucking desert as adrenaline continued to pump through my veins.
“I shot him in the legs. He’ll be fine,” Henry said nonchalantly.
I gaped at him, then ran my hands over my face, stifling a sob that could have honestly been a laugh.
“Moira, you’re bleeding pretty bad from the back of your head,” Lance said with concern.
I reached back along the base of my skull and winced at the sharp, burning pain there. I looked at my hand, seeing the blood for myself.
I didn’t feel well. My head was pounding and ears were ringing like mad.
“Day,” I whispered, choking on his name. “I told him to run—”
“We’ll go get him,” Carter said, his phone still pressed to his ear. Lance left Henry leaning against the wall and the two men disappeared through the house.
“You’re going to be okay,” Henry said after a moment.
I looked down at Kirk, who was starting to wake up, but couldn’t move because his hands were tied behind his back and his legs were badly injured.
“How do you know?” I whispered to Henry.
“Because Grant is going to make sure of it.”
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Grant
Ishook the bottle of colostrum, my eyes focused on nothing and everything at once. George took a tractor out, and he and the vet were going to bury the cow we’d lost while I fed her babies.
Both twins had survived by some goddamned miracle, but the mom was in rough shape to begin with, even before labor began. I closed my eyes, setting the bottle down and reaching for the next one.
Tomorrow we’d try to find a substitute mom or two for the two calves. There was plenty of milk to go around, that was for sure. Otherwise, it would be Day’s chore to come out and feed the babies every morning, lunchtime, and evening until they could start chewing cud like the rest of the herd.
I smiled to myself as I thought of just bringing the babies up to the house to live in the garage for a while. Moira would love that.
I’d just sent her the news, and my phone had buzzed with her reply but I hadn’t checked it yet. I needed to get the bottles made first, make sure the calves were fed and warm and resting before I let myself feel anything at all.
They both drank the bottles without a hitch, and when I finally had them lying down and cozy, I pulled out my phone and leaned against the stall.
Moira: I’m sor
She hadn’t finished the text.
Unease rippled up my spine just as King rose to his feet, his ears perked up and hackles raised.
One gunshot. Then two.
I flew over the side of the stall and ran for King, who was stomping his feet and braying with alarm, his head facing the direction of the house.
