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“I’ll tell you where it is if you let me out,” Donnie snapped.
“Don’t take that tone with me, boy. I can leave right now and leave you here permanently. And I won’t play your little games. I need to see that horse first and pray that wolves haven’t gotten to it.” Beau leaned back in his chair, trying to control his anger before he did something regrettable.
“Wolves?” Donnie asked then swallowed hard.
“Yes. If a pack is hungry enough, they’ll take whatever food source they can find, including taking down a horse. If the horse is still alive and well, we can talk about making a deal. So where is it?” he demanded.
Donnie sat in silence, clearly struggling with whether or not to reveal the location of the horse. Eventually, he shook his head and Beau stood up in frustration.
“You’re testing my patience. Speak up or I’m leaving.”
“Fine,” Donnie relented. “It’s at an abandoned property about a mile from where I got it.”
“How did you transport it? A trailer?” Beau asked.
“Yes, a friend let me borrow his trailer.”
“Did this friend know what you were going to do with the trailer?”
“No, if he did, he wouldn’t have let me use it.”
“Well at least one of your friends has some sense. Bad thing is, that trailer will also be confiscated.”
“But he didn’t know what I was doing with it,” Donnie said.
“Doesn’t matter. Any type of vehicle used in livestock theft is taken. Do you know the address of this property?”
Donnie admitted that he didn’t but provided Beau with directions instead. As Beau turned to leave, Donnie called after him.
“Do I have to stay here tonight?”
“You will stay here until I find the horse and assess its condition. Then we’ll see if I want to help you or not.” Beau walked out the door and nodded to the police officer stationed there. “He can go back to his cell now. Thank you.”
“Of course, sir. Have a good evening,” replied the polite officer.
Beau strode from the building wanting to go to the property now, but it was too dark and snowing. He knew he wouldn’t be able to see anything. As much as he hated it, he would wait until tomorrow.
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Brenna lounged on her sofa, flipping through channels and hoping to hear from Beau. It was already past eight o’clock and she hadn’t heard anything from him. Giving up, she decided to take a relaxing bath and watch TV in her bedroom. She made sure to take her phone with her, just in case Beau called.
As she soaked in the tub, thoughts of Beau filled her mind once again. She couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. After the heartbreak she experienced with Eric, she didn’t want to get hurt again, but she also had faith that Beau wouldn’t betray her like Eric did.
Having someone who was supposed to love you cheat on you was a pain unlike any other. To Brenna, there was no excuse for it. Wedding vows were sacred to her, and she would never break them. But Eric apparently didn’t feel the same way, and she still wondered if Liz was his first affair.
Her phone buzzed and she eagerly answered when she saw it was Beau’s number.
“Hey there, cowboy.”
“Hey. I’m sorry to call so late, but I just got home.”
“It’s okay. Long day?”
“Yeah. And then I stopped at the juvie center to talk to Simpson.” Beau’s voice held a hint of frustration.
“Did he say anything?”
“Yes. He told me where the horse was, and I’ll be going there tomorrow. There’s not much we can do tonight; it’s too dark and hard to see. But I’ll go first thing in the morning. That boy better pray that horse is okay.”