Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
He’d bided his time, waiting to see if the sheriff would get his head out of his ass long enough to do something about the whispers, seems everyone but him knew who was behind the deed.
Each day as he waited he grew more and more impatient, and the anger grew dark and ugly. He knew there was no way he could live so close to the murderer of his family without retaliation.
He’d been taught all his life to uphold the law; to have respect for those in authority, which hadn’t always panned out, but still, he’d toed the line.
When nothing was done, Law had taken matters into his own hands. By then he’d found himself the head of an army of men.
Men who had grown tired of the tyranny of the town’s big shot and the half ass sheriff, who was obviously in his pocket, had searched him out.
Their allegiance was borne from long years of injustice under the two men’s hold. It had taken the slaughter of one of the town’s most highly regarded families to shake them up and make them say enough is enough.
The night he paid Royce a visit, the fucker wasn’t there, but that didn’t stop Law from burning his place to the ground, barns, bunkhouses and all.
He’d let the animals loose and driven them off to parts unknown, after letting some of the men that were with him take what they needed for retribution for what was owed them.
Apparently Royce was into taking shit that didn’t belong to him, including wives, daughters, mothers; anything he saw that he fancied he trampled someone else to get.
It’s been three years and Law was still biding his time; still trying to find that one loophole that would let him get close enough to burn the fucker; but since he knew he was a marked man Royce was playing it safe.
Now as he made the turn off for his place he brought his thoughts back to the present and the new shit he’d found himself embroiled in.
It hadn’t been intentional, but ever since word had spread a couple years ago about his don’t give a fuck attitude where the law was concerned, the residents of the little town where he’d grown up had been coming to him for help with all kinds of shit.
In the beginning he wasn’t interested, his only interest had been in his own vengeance, getting justice for the blood of his slain family.
But since that hadn’t been forthcoming and wasn’t about to without his doing, he started taking on more and more of their shit.
The girl had crawled onto his property very early in the morning; he had no idea who she was at first, but when one of the others had recognized her he’d said who her people were.
Law wasn’t too familiar with the girl and her family, though he’d heard a lot of talk about her just lately.
But apparently the dad was a bit of a bully. It was hard for him to look at her and not think of the little sister he’d lost.
It hurt like fuck to think about Shelly, what had been done to her; the terror she must’ve felt in those last few minutes of her life.
He’d loved that little girl with her sparkling wit and her hero worship of the big brother that had always looked out for her.
Now it seemed he had another young girl under his care. He sighed long and hard as he thought about what was to be done next.
He didn’t know if the asshole was going to come after his family at some point, but he was a hundred percent sure that they weren’t going back.
The mother, if she was one of those cowed women who believed in forgiving the abusive asshole and chose to go back, he maybe wouldn’t stop her, but the young girl, no fucking way.
She could make that choice when she became an adult. But since she’d come to him, they’ll do things his way.
Chapter 1
LAW
I need this shit. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this kid? I can’t have her hanging around the clubhouse, she’s too fucking young and sooner or later someone will be sniffing after her.
My guys are pussy hounds. Some of them I can trust, others I’m still feeling out. I’m pretty sure none of my crew would fuck with her, but there were always newbies coming onto the place looking for a spot.
Not to mention my place is still a working ranch and there were a lot of out-of-towners on the place at any given time.
I hopped off my ride, and watched the others, as they headed back to the clubhouse. That’s another thing I hadn’t fucking asked for. I wasn’t cutout to be the leader of shit.
I’m a loner down to my core, but these fucks got it in their heads that I was the man for the job and hitched their fucked up wagons to my trail.