Page 61 of Christmas Cowboy


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Ted’s four blue heelers joined the fray in the front yard, and Jackson finally lifted both hands in surrender.

“Get out of here,” Slate said, striding toward him. The dogs backed him against the fence, but Slate kept going. He heard other people talking, but he couldn’t distinguish what they were saying.

“You are here,” Jackson said with a smile. His hair had been cut, and he clearly wasn’t intoxicated now, the way he’d been last time Slate had encountered him. “I found you.”

Those three words struck fear right behind Slate’s lungs. They got him to stop. “What do you want?”

“This is what you’re doing now? Living on a ranch?”

Slate didn’t answer.

“It’s two o’clock in the morning,” Luke growled. “What are you doing here?”

“I came for him,” Jackson said, a horrible smile on his face as he continued to stare at Slate.

Horrible thoughts streamed through Slate’s head, and he realized in that moment that he would never be free from his past.

At least here, he thought, and as Ginger and Nate entered the front yard and took control of the situation, Slate found himself retreating to the Annex and pulling that single suitcase out of his closet.

He couldn’t stay here if Jackson was able to find him. He had to go somewhere where no one would ever find him again, and he had to go now.

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