A calm peacefulness like he’d never felt suddenly filled Shel with clarity. He knew what he was supposed to do, and he knew that there wasn’t another path he would ever take.
He stopped backing up before Victor Gant. When he dodged the knife this time, he set himself and delivered a full-on body block that lifted Victor Gant from his feet and hurled him backward. Victor landed and set himself immediately, but it didn’t do him any good. Shel came at him without fear, without anger, with only the knowledge that he was doing what was right and what he’d been born to do.
He punched Victor in the mouth and drove him back. “I’m here, Victor.” He hit him again, driving him back once more. “Do you feel me now?”
Victor threw a punch.
Shel slipped the punch easily, shoving it away from him. “And I’m taking you back with me, Victor. Not a piece of you. All of you. You’re going to stand trial for every evil thing you’ve ever done.”
Victor swiped at Shel with the knife, but Shel caught the man’s wrist and twisted. The knife dropped from his fingers. Stepping forward, Shel delivered a forearm shiver that knocked Victor backward and almost toppled him.
“Do you feel me now?” Shel asked.
Desperate, Victor tried to kick Shel in the crotch. Shel caught the man’s leg, lifted, and twisted. Victor spun and crashed to the ground. When he tried to get up, Shel hit him in the jaw. Then he rolled him over and jacked an arm up behind his back.
Shel knelt on his prisoner, placing a knee in the middle of his back, and pulled a pair of disposable cuffs from his combat vest. He fit the cuffs onto hand, then the other, pinning both behind Victor’s back.
“You have the right to remain silent,” Shel said, gripping Victor by his long greasy hair and yanking his head up. “Anything you say-”
“I don’t think he’s going to say much,” Will said.
Shel glanced over his shoulder and saw the commander standing there.
“He looks pretty unconscious to me,” Will said.
Breathing hard, black spots whirling in his vision and his body hurting from various bruises, scrapes, and burns, Shel looked at Victor Gant.
The man was dead to the world.
“We’ll read him his rights later,” Will suggested. “When he comes to.”
“Good idea,” Shel agreed. He let his prisoner’s head drop.
“There’s something else I need to tell you. While you and Remy have been out here shooting down helicopters and arresting unconscious criminals, Nita found something very interesting about our friend Hinton. Something you’re definitely going to want to see.”
Before Shel could ask what Will was talking about, a frightened voice called from behind a tree, “Hey! Somebody want to get this dog off of me?”
When he stood and walked to the brush, Shel saw that Max had Victor Gant’s henchman by the throat and lying on his back. Shel picked up the M60 lying nearby and pointed it at the big man. He signed Max off.
Fat Mike Wiley stared up at Shel with frightened eyes. “I thought he was going to kill me.”
“He could have,” Shel replied. “You make any wrong moves, I’m going to let him.”
“Not me,” the big man said. He rolled onto his face and put his hands on top of his head. “You won’t have any trouble out of me.”
Shel quickly put cuffs on the man and got him to his feet. Will kept him covered.
When he looked back over the battlefield, Shel saw that Captain Phan’s soldiers held the high ground. Maybe some of Victor Gant’s people had escaped, but they weren’t going to be doing much.
Shel looked at Will and grinned. “We won.”
“Yeah,” Will said, smiling a little. “I guess we did. You sound surprised.”
“Me?” Shel pulled a shocked look. “I never had a doubt in my mind.”
›› Recovery Room
›› Las Palmas Medical Center
›› El Paso, Texas
›› 1017 Hours (Central Time Zone)
Shel stood at the window of his daddy’s room and stared out at the clear blue Texas sky that he’d grown up under. A red-tailed hawk circled the sky and made him think of the ranch and the Indian paintbrush in bloom, looking like the scrub grass was on fire. He’d seen it this morning when he’d stopped by to check on the livestock.
Then, in the reflection, he saw his daddy turn over in bed and wake up. His daddy’s eyes stared at his back. He looked older and more fragile in the hospital gown, but there still remained that fierceness that Shel had always remembered about the man.
If he hadn’t been through what he’d been through, would he still have that? Shel wondered. It was a worthless question, though. It was part of his daddy’s nature. That was like asking if there’d be dust in west Texas.
“You got all the time in the world to be staring through the window like that?” his daddy asked.
Shel smiled. “Yes, sir. I reckon I do. Otherwise I’d be sitting back watching you sleep.” He turned to face his daddy.
Max stuck his head up in the corner, looked at both of them, then curled up again.
“How’d you get Max in here?” his daddy asked.
“I made friends with one of the nurses.”
“I’m glad my ailing has worked out for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“But you got no call to be coming around, Shelton. We’re done here. We were done before you up and left a few days ago. Got nothing more to say to you.”
“No, sir. I reckon you don’t. So I’m gonna tell you a few things.”
“I don’t want to hear them.” Tyrel reached for the remote control on the table between them. He turned the television on.
Shel reached down and pulled the plug from the wall. The television went off.
“Don’t think that just because I’m in this bed and outfitted with a pacemaker that I’m feeling too poorly to get up and give you some of what I give you in that barn,” his daddy threatened.
“No, sir. I wouldn’t think that. But if you get up out of that bed, I’m gonna call that pretty little nurse friend of mine, and she’ll have a couple of orderlies strap you to that bed till I finish saying what I’ve come to say.”
“You’re just wasting your breath. What I done, I done. Spent over forty years dreading what’s coming, and that’s over forty years too long in my book.”
Shel leaned back against the wall. “You ever talk to God, Daddy?”
Tyrel waved a big hand at him and ignored him.
“I mean, really talk to God?” Shel persisted.
“Your brother talks to him enough for all of us.”
“I can see how you’d think that. But it’s not true.”
“Say what you got to say, then be on your way. Surely they got a baseball game on somewhere.”
“You know,” Shel said, “I’ve spent all of my life trying to understand you.”
Tyrel was silent for a moment; then he said, “There ain’t as much to understand as you might think there is.”
“No, sir. I have to admit that most of it’s pretty simple. Most of it’s what I figured it was. Those parts that I liked and understood, I measured them out and kept them for my own. You see, Daddy, if it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t be the man I am today.”
Tyrel looked at him and tears glimmered in his eyes. His face quivered a bit but he smoothed it out.
“Got no time for this,” his daddy objected in a strained voice. “Nor no reason to listen to it.”
“What I am,” Shel went on, “what I made myself become, was something I thought was better than you would ever be. But that’s not true. I know that now. Don, he got the best parts of you right off. I only thought I had them.”
