of it, he wrote in Tucker’s home and business phone numbers. “But I’m hoping we can pull this off without any fireworks.”
“God, I’m scared,” Emma said. She held up her hand. “Look at me shake.”
Blue nodded. “I know the feeling.”
Somehow, knowing that he was nervous, too, just made Emma feel worse. Blue studied the farm again through the binoculars.
“I’ve been wondering,” he said as he turned back to her.
“About what?”
“Well, why they were chasing just Button and not you, too.”
Emma didn’t have an answer for that. Shrugging, Blue turned his attention back to the farm. It was past six by the time they got into place. As the hands of Emma’s wristwatch slowly reached seven, Blue stiffened suddenly.
“What’s happening?”
“I see her,” Blue said, his voice grim.
Through the binoculars, he could see Button being led out between Chance and Joey. When Chance got on his bike, Joey shoved Button toward it. She got on the back with a jerky motion. Scared. Once she was in place, Joey got onto a three-wheeler with a car engine behind the seat. Blue held his gaze on the scene as the two bikes started up, waiting until he was sure the two men were leaving on their own. He nodded to himself as the bikes turned in their direction.
“Somebody’s smiling on us,” he said. Dropping the binoculars so that they bounced against his chest, he turned to Emma. “Let’s go.”
“Will you tell me what’s happening?”
“Chance and his buddy are taking her away on their bikes and you and me, Emma, are going after them.”
He ran down toward his own machine, letting Emma follow at her own pace, still carrying the shotgun. When they reached the trees where Blue had hidden his Harley, he waited for her to catch up.
“Once they go by,” he said, “get ready to move out fast.”
“Shouldn’t we just stop them on the road?” Emma asked. She held up the shotgun.
“Wouldn’t I love to,” Blue said, but he shook his head.
“Trouble is, at the speed they’ll be going, there’s too much chance that Button’ll get hurt. We’ve got to follow and look for a spot to take them out.”
Just then the bikes roared by—Chance with Button on the back in the lead, Joey’s three-wheeler right behind. As Blue had expected, neither man paid any attention to Emma’s car parked on the side of the road. He knew what they were thinking—who was going to mess with the Dragon?
“Let’s go!” he cried.
He started up his Harley and headed for the road, dirt spitting behind its rear wheel as it sought traction in the rough sod. By the time he was on the road, Emma had just gotten into her car. Putting the shotgun on the floor by the passenger’s seat, she started it up and sped off after Blue’s already diminishing figure.
3
It was Chance who spotted them first. Checking his rearview to look at Joey, he saw the bike and car coming up behind them. He flashed on the car—the way it’d been parked alongside the road. Just waiting for them to go by. He didn’t know who was driving it, but the biker had to be Blue. He wasn’t sure how Blue’d tracked them down, but it couldn’t be anyone else.
Just like the last time, he thought. You, me and a girl, Blue. But I got a hole card like you won’t believe. He grinned, thinking of what the Lady’s gnashers would do to Blue; then he realized that she wouldn’t be too happy with him bringing shit down on her home turf.
He lifted his hand to get Joey’s attention. Nice thing about a three-wheeler. It was hard to unbalance. Not like a Harley. He pointed behind them, nodding to himself when he was sure that Joey had seen their pursuit and would take care of them. The three-wheeler fell away as Joey slowed down, then went into a skidding 180. Joey aimed his machine right at the oncoming bike and car, front end lifting from the ground as he cranked up the gas.
Chance fed more gas into his own bike with a hard twist of his wrist and he shot
“God, I’m scared,” Emma said. She held up her hand. “Look at me shake.”
Blue nodded. “I know the feeling.”
Somehow, knowing that he was nervous, too, just made Emma feel worse. Blue studied the farm again through the binoculars.
“I’ve been wondering,” he said as he turned back to her.
“About what?”
“Well, why they were chasing just Button and not you, too.”
Emma didn’t have an answer for that. Shrugging, Blue turned his attention back to the farm. It was past six by the time they got into place. As the hands of Emma’s wristwatch slowly reached seven, Blue stiffened suddenly.
“What’s happening?”
“I see her,” Blue said, his voice grim.
Through the binoculars, he could see Button being led out between Chance and Joey. When Chance got on his bike, Joey shoved Button toward it. She got on the back with a jerky motion. Scared. Once she was in place, Joey got onto a three-wheeler with a car engine behind the seat. Blue held his gaze on the scene as the two bikes started up, waiting until he was sure the two men were leaving on their own. He nodded to himself as the bikes turned in their direction.
“Somebody’s smiling on us,” he said. Dropping the binoculars so that they bounced against his chest, he turned to Emma. “Let’s go.”
“Will you tell me what’s happening?”
“Chance and his buddy are taking her away on their bikes and you and me, Emma, are going after them.”
He ran down toward his own machine, letting Emma follow at her own pace, still carrying the shotgun. When they reached the trees where Blue had hidden his Harley, he waited for her to catch up.
“Once they go by,” he said, “get ready to move out fast.”
“Shouldn’t we just stop them on the road?” Emma asked. She held up the shotgun.
“Wouldn’t I love to,” Blue said, but he shook his head.
“Trouble is, at the speed they’ll be going, there’s too much chance that Button’ll get hurt. We’ve got to follow and look for a spot to take them out.”
Just then the bikes roared by—Chance with Button on the back in the lead, Joey’s three-wheeler right behind. As Blue had expected, neither man paid any attention to Emma’s car parked on the side of the road. He knew what they were thinking—who was going to mess with the Dragon?
“Let’s go!” he cried.
He started up his Harley and headed for the road, dirt spitting behind its rear wheel as it sought traction in the rough sod. By the time he was on the road, Emma had just gotten into her car. Putting the shotgun on the floor by the passenger’s seat, she started it up and sped off after Blue’s already diminishing figure.
3
It was Chance who spotted them first. Checking his rearview to look at Joey, he saw the bike and car coming up behind them. He flashed on the car—the way it’d been parked alongside the road. Just waiting for them to go by. He didn’t know who was driving it, but the biker had to be Blue. He wasn’t sure how Blue’d tracked them down, but it couldn’t be anyone else.
Just like the last time, he thought. You, me and a girl, Blue. But I got a hole card like you won’t believe. He grinned, thinking of what the Lady’s gnashers would do to Blue; then he realized that she wouldn’t be too happy with him bringing shit down on her home turf.
He lifted his hand to get Joey’s attention. Nice thing about a three-wheeler. It was hard to unbalance. Not like a Harley. He pointed behind them, nodding to himself when he was sure that Joey had seen their pursuit and would take care of them. The three-wheeler fell away as Joey slowed down, then went into a skidding 180. Joey aimed his machine right at the oncoming bike and car, front end lifting from the ground as he cranked up the gas.
Chance fed more gas into his own bike with a hard twist of his wrist and he shot
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