though, as sweet as she was; there were men who
wanted to kill me and flirting with a rancher’s daughter wouldn’t help me in
any way.
There
were men who wanted to kill me. The thought lingered for a moment as Sarah
worked. I had always been a decent guy throughout my life. Never getting too
angry or fighting with others. It was odd that there was a man in the world
that genuinely wanted me dead. But I knew for a fact that Frank Gordano would
kill me if he had the chance. He had killed my pilot and without a doubt he
would get rid of me too.
I
knew more than my pilot Thomas had known. The truth was, if Frank Gordano
wanted to kill someone who could hurt him, I was the person to be killed. He
shouldn’t have even bothered killing Thomas. But that was why I had agreed to
testify. I knew so much about Frank’s business and where his supplies and money
were coming and going to. The information I had in my head was enough to put
Frank away for life and he knew it.
A
bit of panic filled me as I again thought about what life would be like after
the trial. I wouldn’t be sitting in a back room with a beautiful woman taking
care of me, I’d probably be hiding out and afraid for my life still. It was a
sobering thought.
At
that moment, I was hiding and I felt safe, but what would happen after the
trial? Would I have to give up my old life all together if I wanted to stay
safe? How would I survive at all if I couldn’t keep my company?
If
I had to sell my company, I could live off of the money for years, but I
wouldn’t be happy. I liked working. I liked being busy. I liked building
something new and exciting. I felt the anxiety as my chest tightened up. I wasn’t
ready to have to testify yet and I wasn’t ready for what my life my look like
outside of the safety of the Miller’s ranch. For the time being, I was going to
enjoy the safety I had and do my best to avoid thinking about what might come
next.
“It’s
a little different job,” I said with a smile. “I saw a picture of you in an
office. Did you leave that job?”
“More
like I was fired.”
“Really?”
“Don’t
look so shocked. I wasn’t shocked; I knew it could happen. It’s a tough world
out there. If you’re not making money for a company, they have no patience at
all and get rid of you. It’s the way of the corporate world. But I was making
money for them and they still took it for granted and let me go. Life isn’t
fair sometimes, but there’s no time for crying about it.”
“Yeah,
money is the root of all businesses and all evil.”
“So
what are you hiding from here?” Sarah asked as she looked straight into my
eyes.
My
stomach sunk as she looked at me. How on earth did she know why I was there?
Sid didn’t strike me as the kind of man who would go back on his word and tell
my story. He didn’t strike me as the kind of man who would expose me like that.
I stared back into her eyes as I tried to evaluate what she might know about me
and my situation.
Sarah
didn’t appear as if she really did know. The nonchalant way she asked me and
looked into my eyes made me think she was fishing for information and didn’t
actually have any of her own. But I was still nervous.
“Um,
I … uh” I started to talk but my words just wouldn’t come. I had no idea how to
respond to her.
“I’m
kidding, jeez,” she laughed. “But with that response, now you have me
wondering.”
“I’m
just a wanderer. You know. A typical guy who doesn’t like commitment,” I joked.
“In
my experience, everyone is hiding from something when they show up here. But
I’ll let you keep your secrets for now.”
Sarah
held my hand in hers as she continued the process of cleaning out each of the
blisters. It was disgusting as the puss, blood, and ooze poured out of my hand.
I had to look away to avoid vomiting up my lunch. But Sarah didn’t seem fazed
by it at all. She diligently cleaned out each one and clipped the dead skin
off; when she was
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