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She saw me and without an invitation she came and sat down in our booth. No eye contact with me, she smiled at Tammy. “Hi, Tammy. I’m glad you’re doing better.”

“You know me?”

Glenda nodded. “I’m a friend of Travis’s.”

“You his girlfriend?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

When Glenda wasn’t looking, I shook my head and Tammy smiled.

“We’re friends.” Glenda gave me a look I didn’t recognize and I offered to buy her a drink.

“I guess I can stay long enough to have a drink with you, Travis.” Plenty of ice in her voice. “I’ll have a margarita.”

I went to the bar and Jack made Glenda’s drink. “You and Glenda still going strong?”

“Not a bit strong.”

Jack chuckled.

I returned to the table and set the drink down. “There you go. Before I move out of the state, I’ll take you to dinner, Glenda. I owe you for helping me.”

She gave me a cold look and conveyed how totally pissed off she was with me.

I made no more attempts at conversation.

Glenda sipped her drink and wouldn’t look at me.

Chapter Ten

Wednesday, October 17th.

Wild Stallion Ranch.

Hearing Tammy in the bathroom reassured me that she hadn’t taken off during the night and run back to the trailer park for another beating. And no visit from Tibor Garrison—yet. Our luck was holding.

Wouldn’t be long before Garrison figured out where Tammy was and came looking for her. I hoped he would take my arm into consideration and not come for a couple more days. The least he could do was give me a chance to heal so I could put up a fair fight before I killed him.

I heard the back door slam when Tammy, Billy and the dogs went to the barn, and that was my cue to take a turn in the bathroom. I showered and shaved and got dressed in the warmest clothes I could find.

When I was ready, I braced myself, braved the cold and joined the gang in the barn to see how Outlaw was enjoying all the company.

My big roan stallion was munching on his breakfast, and while Billy was in the loft throwing down hay and straw, Tammy was in Outlaw’s stall brushing him.

He nickered when I walked into the barn. I opened the door of his stall and hugged his thick neck.

“He knows you,” said Tammy.

I smiled. “Yeah, he does. He spends too much time alone in here and I blame the weather.”

Billy chuckled. “You blame Montana weather for almost everything, Travis. “Forget about it and think Texas. You’re gonna need a trailer for him to get him to Texas.”

“Good thought, Billy. I’m gonna buy one this week. You can help me pick it out.”

We went into the house for breakfast and since I was injured, all I had to do was sit on my ass and drink coffee. Tammy and Billy buzzed around the kitchen whipping up food like a couple of bees on a honey high.

While we ate, Tammy wanted to know when I was going to test her shooting abilities.