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avoid the bloodthirsty fucks who wanna shank your guts in the shower, or you leave in a body bag.
    I walked out without a scratch. I'd never had much use for all that touchy-feely bullshit about emotional trauma, but damn if I couldn't feel the damage underneath my skin. Prickly, savage, and relentless.
    I had to let go. I needed to get the fuck on with my own life. I understood crazy, and being obsessed with Sally was fucking it.
    Staying wrapped up in some chick I had a messy fling with almost two years ago was nothing short of downright loco. I didn't give a shit how many empty whores I'd fuck, how many bottles of Jack I'd suck down, or how many times I'd feel my dick twitching with a hunger that wouldn't be satisfied by anything less than Sally's hot cunt tucked around it.
    I'd screw my head on straight and serve this club. The Grizzlies MC marked the beginning and the end of my entire life, and pouring all my focus into it hadn't failed me yet.
    The show had to go on. I'd fight like hell for my brothers before I fought for her after she stabbed me in the back.
    And if spilling more cartel blood wouldn't silence the stir crazy ache in my veins, then I'd sure as shit find something that would. Crawling back to the woman I was dead set on walking away from forever wasn't an option.

III: Corralled (Sally)
    “S ally! Turn that damned thing off!” I barely heard Norman shouting over the tractor's rumble.
    It wasn't until he ran right in front of me that I slammed on the breaks.
    Jesus. The machine snorted, jerking to a stop less than a foot away from him – too damned close for comfort.
    My cousin just grinned like we were playing a game of bumper cars and waved. “Come on. Get off that thing. We need to talk.”
    I hoped to God he wasn't going to ride me about coming out here an hour late again – especially when I'd been up with Caleb half the night. My rambunctious baby still woke up at the craziest times. This past year, I'd forgotten what it was like to sleep through a solid eight hours, much less a whole night.
    We didn't have time for petty arguments. Harvest was just around the corner, and soon we'd be prepping, packaging everything we could for the market, and then winterizing the place.
    “What's up?”
    The smile on my cousin's face melted. Crap, now I knew something was wrong. He was rarely this serious, and whatever had him ruffled probably didn't involve me dragging my feet on too little sleep.
    “Norm? Is something going on?” I prodded him when he didn't answer.
    “It's Greg, our rodeo boy. You know how he spends a lot of time out camping in Modoch?”
    Of course. I didn't understand what the hell he was getting at with our best guy, unless... oh god.
    My stomach dropped about a thousand feet. Had he screwed off too much? Did my cousin want to fire him?
    Surely, he wouldn't be that crazy. It wasn't like Greg lit the field on fire or something. We'd be sunk without his cattle experience.
    I couldn't take the suspense. I had to take him down from disaster.
    I shot Norm a cold look and pursed my lips. “Don't tell me – you want him out? What's he done?”
    Norman cocked his head. “Nah, it's nothing like that. The kid's doing a wonderful job when he's actually punching the clock.”
    “Then?”
    “It's what he's seen up there that I'm interested in. The kid's been seeing lots of crap flying at night. Foreign guys prowling around, burying shit in the forests. Those parks are arid and sparse, let me tell you, but they make damned good hiding places because they're so isolated. If he hadn't been up there, I wouldn't have known how to make heads or tails of anything.”
    “Huh?” Confusion fogged my brain. “I don't get it. What's that got to do with our farm?”
    Norman shot me a stern glance, tight lipped as ever. “Walk with me.”
    I had no choice but to follow him. He acted like he was sitting on the biggest secret in the world, and something about that turned my stomach into knots.
    We got in