Page 62 of Forget That Guy
Nothing happened in our town that we didn’t know about. And if it did, we took it as our personal mission to find out what and why.
This man in front of me, this so-called man that’d been playing dirty games for years on the city council, knew that I owned this town. That was why he was out of a job.
But I could see the determination on his face. “I hope you find your girlfriend, Mr. Windsor.”
No.
No he did not.
FIFTEEN
There’s nothing like starting your morning off wondering if you can get your pants buttoned.
—Holly to Boone
HOLLY
I was fairly sure that they were going to do the dog fight up big.
They were setting out chairs around a ring.
They were cooking meat on a barbecue. They were setting up kegs.
They were even setting up a couple of tents in preparation for the weather that was set to hit any second.
The rumble of thunder wasn’t distant any longer.
In fact, it was filling the air around us while lightning was lighting up the now-dark night sky every second breath.
Men started arriving at some point, filling the chairs and drinking the beer.
Some of them I knew.
Others I didn’t.
None of them looked like someone I would want to rescue me, though.
The dogs were all barking now. Well, the ones that I figured did the fighting. There were others that were quiet in their pens, looking like they wanted to sink into themselves and disappear out of their skin.
The poor babies.
Anger fueled my every breath as I watched and studied everything that was going on.
I made mental notes of who was there, who was hanging out with whom. Who seemed interested in what was going on, and who seemed uncomfortable.
I probably wouldn’t retain half of it, but I made sure to keep watch. Keep adding information.
Hopefully, some would still be there by the time I finally made it out of this hellhole.
And I would be making it out.
At some point, they’d slip up. A mistake would be made. Then, I’d use that moment of distraction to escape.
I’d grown up in the wilderness. I’d learned to fish using a stick, some fishing line, and a hook. I knew how to shoot. I knew how to survive in the mountains. I knew how to do it all.
The door to the shed opened, and the man from earlier burst inside.
“Since you’re here, we’re going to get you to fix our dogs up later.” He smiled. “You didn’t tell me you were Denver’s girlfriend.”
