Page 84 of Winning His Wager

Will pulled himself up. Abby was there to help him. Bruce was rolling on the ground, cursing. Telling Will that Bruce wasn’t a killer, but Bruce was going to make an exception. That Will was going to die as painfully as Bruce could make it.

Will pulled himself to his feet, and grabbed his sister. “We’re getting dad and we are getting out of here. We’ll grab Dad’s truck at home and just go. No turning back. I got people I know in Texas who might help us.”

“What have youdone?”

“It wasn’t me that did this,” Will shouted. “It was Dad and his friends. Dad got me the job with Morris Preston and I wish I had never taken it. Go. We need to get Dad out of here before it’s too late. It’s him they really want. Go! I’ll get her!”

“Her? Get who?”

Dylan. Will needed to get to his dad and then check on Dylan and get her and his dad and Abby out of there forever.

They were leaving Masterson County behind. It just wasn’t safe for people like them anymore.

He’d just let Dylan go when they crossed the county line.

Fletcher Tyler would come for her, and they’d be just fine forever.

Will was getting his dad and sister and getting out of Masterson County forever.

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She’d thoughtshe’d have an opportunity when Will was sprawled out on the ground to get the key. But Dylan wasn’t stupid. That just wasn’t going to happen. That meant she needed to improvise.

Bruce had a truck right there. If she was lucky, he’d left the keys in it. Fletcher had left his keys once. Judge Fisher’s had been in his truck that day Bruce had grabbed her and kissed her. Maybe the truck gods would shine favor on her again tonight.

But she was going to have to make it pastBrucefirst. He was still writhing on the ground.

She studied him for a moment. He had definitely injured his leg somehow. It had beenhimshe had seen walking out to Fletcher’s barn that first day. She had just assumed it was Fletcher, so he had looked like Fletcher to her. From a distance and with a hat, of course, she had seen Fletcher instead of Bruce because she never would have imagined Bruce being there on Fletcher’s place like that.

He rolled to his knees. Then shifted as he tried to stand. He looked up.

That was when he saw her.

And Dylan had nowhere to go.

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Abby heard a woman scream.A woman. She looked at Will. “Who was that?”

“Dylan, It’s Dylan!” He ran outside before she could ask him why Dylan was there. That bitch was involved in this?

Of course, she was. Dylan was probably up to her eyeballs in whatever Bruce Tyler was doing. Tylers and those stupid Talleys were probably all criminals and everything.

Abby had been stupid to think Fletcher was a good idea. She was going to do what Will said—they were going to get out of Wyoming. Start over somewhere else.

She just had to get her dad first. He was hurt. Bruce had hit him and hit him as he’d yelled. About Katie.

Abby didn’t even know who Katie was.

She ran inside. She had to get to her dad. Will? Will could take care of himself. This was all her brother’s fault. She would never forgive him for this.

But her dad was just an old man. Someone had to take care of him. It would have to be Abby, just like it had always been. From the moment her mom had died, Abby had taken care of him.

She was going to have to do what she had to do. She couldn’t let anything happen to her dad. She just couldn’t.

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He hadher by the hair. One hand was wrapped in her hair. “What are you doing here? You just seriously find trouble everywhere, don’t you?”