Page 46 of Two Gushers

Jason returns with the usual report, still finding nothing. “Let’s get out there.” We both sigh and walk to the oil field to see what’s to be seen. Rounding a few of the rigs, nothing is seen.

Jason walks down one aisle as I take the next. Nothing here either.

We meet in the middle of the last aisle and Jason says, “I think I see something over there by the back rig.”

Running up to the rig, we find my worst fear..

Laying there, face down in a pool of her own blood, is Tamara. “Oh, Fuck!”

I stoop down and turn her over, but not before I see the huge gash in the back of her head. “Call the cops and an ambulance Jason. Hurry.”

Searching the surrounding area, I find a brick with some blood on it. “Damn it! Someone did this to her, get them here as fast as you can and I’ll start CPR. Lying her flat, I begin the compressions on her chest.

Jason finishes the call and immediately helps, taking over compressions. I breathe a couple breaths into her mouth as he continues pumping her chest. Sirens and lights are blaring enough to wake the dead. “C’mon, Tamara. Don’t go this way,” I say after another couple of breaths.

They load her into the ambulance once they’ve stabilized her neck.

I throw a punch at the nearest rig, connecting the blow with my fist.

“I fucking knew it!”

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