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“Yeah, we were quick to take them down. Two of them were employees of the Flying E ranch. The ones that haven’t reported into work since the reception. They worked closely with Randy. I know you don’t know this, but while we were out there waiting for the helicopter for Wyatt, someone shot out Chuck’s tire. He went ass over tea kettle and was injured. Carl and Lucas took on enemy fire.”
“Tell me Lucas is okay,” Morgan yelled as she grabbed Dillon by his shirt front and shook him to get his answer.
“He’s fine. Carl clipped the guy, brought him back, and Lucas used a trick you taught him and tied him up using his shoelaces. Anyway, Lucas fired Randy, Carl confirmed he was Randy Weis, pulled his badge, and arrested him, read him his rights, and Lucas filmed the interrogation.”
“On what grounds?” the doctor asked. “Sorry, but why was he arrested?”
“Attempted murder of a federal agent.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, we realized the men that claimed to be Chuck’s brothers had drugged him. He’s okay, he’s sleeping it off, and they’re waiting for the results of what he was given. He has several broken ribs, and his left wrist is shattered. Once the illegal drugs wear off, he’ll be taken to surgery to repair it.”
“Shit,” all the Stuarts said as one. Morgan looked between Dillon and the doctor. “He’s left-handed and can’t do shit with his right.”
“He’s going to have to learn.”
“Yeah, what else?”
“Lucas called Stokes, and he came to the hospital to meet with us, and take the three culprits away. I told him everything I knew about Wyatt and that he was here, he was going back to his office to talk it over with his boss and get security for Chuck and here for Wyatt.”
“Remind the agents not to take any drinks from anyone they don’t know, not even people dressed in scrubs,” Alan said with raised brows. When the doctor asked why, he explained what had happened to Janice when someone tried to kill her.
“Holy crap, are you guys federal agents on a case?”
“No, and yes.” Morgan giggled at his expression. “No, we’re not federal agents, we’re civilians. Yes, we are on a case, and it’s a big one. No offense, but you don’t have the clearance to know what it’s all about.”
“You sound like you have military training.”
“I do, so do my sisters-in-law. We’ll be staying here until the agents arrive. I will be staying here until Wyatt wakes up and kicks me out.”
“Okay, but before we do all that, may I make a suggestion?”
“What’s that?”
“Have someone look at your forehead, you’re going to need stitches.” Morgan frowned and when she reached up to touch it, Dillon grabbed her hand.
“Don’t touch it, and she will. Thank you doctor.” He looked at the J’s and nodded. “Stay here, I’ll take her downstairs.”
No one said a word in disagreement, and they watched as Dillon practically dragged her away. Morgan tried to jerk away from him when he slammed through the door to the stairway. He whipped around, and that’s when she saw the fear in his eyes.
“Brain surgery?” he demanded, and Morgan sucked in her breath at the anguish in his eyes. “My baby brother had to have brain surgery because of those fuck-wads?” Morgan could see how upset he was, so she only nodded and let him blow a gasket, she knew he needed it, and figured once it blew over, he’d be fine. She let him have the floor, and it was a good twenty minutes of his swearing, making threats to the ceiling, and shaking his fist at the walls. He finally turned to her and said, “Whatever you and Boswell Group needs, you have it from the Flying E. I’m not saying we can give you a lot of money, but we can give you people, equipment, horses, ATVs, whatever you need, it’s yours.”
“Thanks, Dillon, that means a lot to me. You’re going to have to say the same thing to the other girls, as well as Bernie. I’m going to let you be the first to know that I won’t be leaving this hospital until Wyatt wakes up. I can’t lose my husband after only being married for four days.”
“Five, it’s been almost twenty-four hours since you left the cabin yesterday.”
“Shit, okay, then five.” She turned around, let out a squeak and that was all she remembered until she woke in the emergency room, surrounded by her brothers.
“What the hell happened?”
“Dillon said you passed out in the stairwell,” Affie said. “You turned, oh, he admitted that he had a mini meltdown, and when you turned to go back through the door, you fell backward. He caught you and brought you down here. Then he sent word up to us.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Concussion,” a nurse said as the curtain was pulled back, and she walked in ahead of a doctor. “Oh, and we took out at least three pieces of buckshot, and gave you eight stitches.”
“Did you save the buckshot?”
