Page 91 of His Other Half

"You'll need to walk." She held on to him tighter. "Please don't pass out."

He grunted, sliding his feet along the blood-soaked floor. Continually looking over her shoulder, afraid the two men would wake up and stop them from leaving, the trek to the front door seemed to take too long.

Her muscles protested every movement. Weak and overwhelmed, she only got him to the car by absolute determination, knowing he was close to dying if she failed to get him off the Rez.

As she opened the back door of the car, Paco fell onto the seat. She picked up his legs and pushed his limbs inside. Once she had his boots out of the doorframe, she said, "I'll get the key."

Not waiting for a reply, she rushed back inside. Goosebumps covered her flesh. The evilness of the house, the men, the crimes hovered inside. Stopping in the archway, she eyed Askook. Then, she studied the other man.

Paco had killed them both as he held on at death's doorway.

Sticking to the task at hand, she avoided looking into their death stare and searched through Askook's pockets. Finding the keyring in the right one, adrenaline filled her.

She rushed out of the house, away from the spirits hovering around the house.

In the driver's seat, she looked over her shoulder as she started the car. Thankfully, Paco's breathing filled the car. Unsteady and bogged down, his erratic inhales and harsh exhales made it appear as if he was drowning in his own blood.

But he was alive.

She slammed the car in reverse, turned, and headed toward the main road. All she needed to do was get off the Rez, then she'd worry about getting him to the hospital.

Then minutes later, the cattle sign appeared, marking the end of free reining on Blackfoot land. Ahead the fence cut across each side of the road. She accelerated, seeing freedom. The tribal police couldn't stop them off the Rez.

She drove over the cattle guard. The car vibrated. Paco moaned in the backseat. She looked in the rearview mirror. She couldn't see him with the driver's seat adjusted back too far for her to accommodate for Askook's longer legs.

"Paco, we did it." She squeezed her hands on the steering wheel. "Hold on, baby. I'm going straight to the hospital."

A car passed her going toward the reservation. She avoided looking at the driver, aware she was covered in Paco's blood.

"Tarkio," mumbled Paco. "No hospital."

"I-I can't. You need help." There was no way she could take him to the clubhouse. He might not last that long. As she spoke, he was losing more blood.

"Tarkio." Paco thumped the back of her seat. "Doctor."

Not knowing what to do, she looked around for answers. There were two ways onto the reservation. She'd left Whip and the other Tarkio members on the other road in. It would take her ten minutes to reach them.

She chewed on her lip. The nearest hospital was almost forty minutes away.

"Tarkio," mumbled Paco.

She looked over her shoulder. Paco's eyes were shut. He wasn't moving.

Stomping on the gas pedal, she headed toward the Tarkio members waiting for her. Hold on, baby. Please, hold on.

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