Page 16 of Legacy of Danger
If time permitted, he could take a trip down to his old gym down in Rock Springs this afternoon and do some sparring.
But what would satisfy him more than a good workout or winning a big MMA bout? Taking down a grade-A asshole like Wyatt Brand.
At the door to Shelby's room, he paused, hand on the door handle.
Kerr sat, crammed uncomfortably into a chair positioned right next to the motionless figure drowning in wires and electrodes and tubing. Their vibrant sister had become a still-life piece of decorated medical art.
Like his mother had looked, years ago, before she died in this same hospital.
Damn it, his family needed to catch a break.
"Any changes?" Vaughn asked, entering the room.
Kerr's light brown and gold eyes flicked up and then back to Shelby. "No." He stood in a slow, stiff action, shifting from foot to foot. "Stable, so not worse."
"Doctor's coming in after she sees Eric."
He rubbed his thigh after a few steps. "I'll stick around for the report, then head out."
Vaughn paused. "What's the story with Wyatt Brand?"
"The lily-livered monkeyfucker?"
Vaughn choked on spit. "Nice image. Yeah. Aren't they all kind of assholes in that family?"
Kerr's expression twisted, and he shook his head. "Not all of them. But the Brand men are royal pains in the ass."
"I just had a bizarre run-in with Wyatt."
"Really?" Kerr shrugged. "Seems like I heard that his mom has been sick in the hospital here recently."
"What he was doing had nothing to do with visiting hours."
Kerr ran his hand over his short orange hair. "He was an accomplice to Zach and Sara's kidnapping."
"So you had mentioned. Why isn't that sicko in jail?"
"Did you get knocked out in a fight and forget that this area has some real close-knit ties? They have family members in law enforcement, school, and one uncle is a judge. We'll never get a charge to stick against any of them."
Of course Vaughn knew about the judge, given how many times he'd stood in front of the man for sentencing, no thanks to Sheriff Tommy Brand. What a winner, Tommy. That particular jackass had taken great pleasure in hauling Vaughn's butt to the county jail, over and over. The Sublette County sheriff's department probably had to reduce their workforce after Vaughn left town.
"Convenient, isn't it, how all of our concerns about crimes on and off the ranch have been swept under the proverbial rug."
"The fuck you say," Vaughn spat.
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I do like to talk during sex. Thanks for asking." Kerr's mouth quirked upward. "But no, I'm not lying. Wyatt may end up getting off scot-free."
"Not okay. Can't we lawyer up or get a private investigator?"
"With what money, bro?"
That statement nailed him right in the guilt complex, somewhere near his liver. "I heard that Wyatt helped Hank kidnap Sara and Zach." The skin of Vaughn's neck prickled.
"Sure did."
"What happened to Hank?"
"Disappeared in an explosion. Like a fart in a stiff breeze. Blowing up that shack in the woods effectively destroyed any evidence.Kaboom."
