Sam had shown up late last evening. Along with his brothers and JD, they’d broken the news about their father’s cancer to their mother. Seth had wasted countless hours throughout the day worrying about Vicky’s reaction, but he should have put the time to better use. His mom was ...
Crutches and barnyards went together like toothpaste and coffee. Sprinkle in a handful of mostly healed, yet still tender, cracked ribs and molasses probably moved faster than he could right now. His muscles burned and he struggled not to hack up a lung. Fucking smoke. A couple hundred feet had n...