Page 75 of Redemption
Setting the pan down on the nightstand on the side where Legend stood, Ma said, “Sweet Cinnamon, you have blood all over you.”
Redemption turned his head to stare at me. “Baby, you cut your head again?”
I shrugged. “It isn’t bad.”
“The hell it ain’t,” Ma said. “That’s the very same place you hit your head before.”
Legend raised his gaze to look at me as he had been busy cleaning Redemption’s wound. “You hit it on the same spot?”
I shook my head and flinched from the pain. “I don’t know.”
Now Redemption tried to sit up.
“Ahh, hell no,” Jarret snapped as he came over and pressed his son back down onto the bed. “You two need to settle down. Let Legend do what he does best.”
“Good luck with that, Daddy.” Glory laughed.
Epilogue
Redemption
Two days later…
I sat at the dinner table next to Cinnamon, holding her hand. The room was loud as there were many here. With both Walker families at the same table, it couldn’t be any other way. I noted that Cinnamon was smiling at the redheaded girl across the table. Her name was Scarlet and she had told us that when she went to find Jewel, they snatched her up. Her, Cinnamon and Jewel were all close friends.
Scarlet had described Deacon to a T, only she said he wasn’t crazy. He just looked angry. She had no information on him, really. He had come in once and questioned her about Jewel. Of course, she knew nothing. Glory had said the same, angry and he looked upset when he left her room, right before he left that property.
The man was in the wind as they call it. We were still at war, so Talon said. When Deacon lost Glory, he lost his trading card for his mother. We all hoped he knew very little about O, like the fact, she was buried out in the Walker’s graveyard. Ma had insisted, even if Olivia Claire had been a dark soul, she said she needed to be buried here at the ranch.
I planned to kill her son Deacon and plant him right next to her.
“Redemption?” Cinnamon nudged me. “If you grip that glass any tighter you are gonna need more stitches.”
I paused as I realized I was gripping my tea glass too hard. Setting it down, I sighed.
“Are you still in pain?” she asked.
“No, and if you ask me again…” My words trailed away.
“What?” she asked. “You gonna spank me?”
My head shot up as I turned my head to stare at her.
Laughing, she pointed at me. “Well, holler fire and save the matches! Mr. Walker, you are blushing.”
She knew I loved it when she pulled her southern act. “Am not.” I hid my smile as I shook my head.
“Are too,” she whispered with a giggle. “Something tells me, you might like that idea too much.”
I chuckled at her teasing. “No, it sounds like you might like it more than me.”
“Hell, you two need a room,” a voice cut in. “We are sitting at the dinner table, you know?”
We looked over at Prophet.
“We can’t help it that you are practically a damn preacher, Prophet,” I retorted with a snicker.
“I’m not my father,” he replied. “But you know what I really am?”
