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Page 41 of Stilettos and Outlaws

Grandpa stopped behind Dodson. “How fast can you run?”

Dodson stiffened and casually placed his hand on the butt of his gun.

“Can you run faster than 1,200 feet per second? In case you didn’t know, that’s the average speed of a 9mm bullet fired from my gun,” Grandpa warned.

Dodson raised his hands.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

His teeth bared in a snarl; Dodson complied. “I’m going to have you arrested for assault with a deadly weapon,”

“And we’ll charge you with espionage, treason and gunrunning.”

His left eye twitched. “You can’t prove any of that.”

“Yes, we can. With two fingers, slowly take your weapon out and drop it on the ground,” Grandpa instructed.

Dodson complied.

“Bodacious is heading your way, Grandpa,” I warned.

A nasty smile curved Grandpa’s mouth and he holstered his gun. “I hate paperwork. If you can outrun that bull, you are free to go.”

“Piece of cake.” Dodson sprinted for the gate.

Bellowing loudly, Bodacious charged after him.

“Dang, he can really run,” Julie gasped.

“Gotta say, I’m impressed.” I adjusted the camera’s focus.

Lucas climbed onto the gate and yelled, “Sic ’em Bodacious.”

“Are you crazy? That bull is trying to kill me! Shoot it!” Dodson dived to one side and barely avoided Bodacious’s deadly hooves.

A crowd gathered at the fence to watch the chase.

I shook my head in disbelief. Some of the guys were placing bets.

“Enough is enough,” Mom said in my ear. “Gemma put Bodacious back in his corral.”

“Yes. ma’am.” I looked over at Julie. “The console is all yours.”

“Got it.” Julie winced. “You better hurry. Dodson is tiring.”

I bolted out of the command center and crashed into my brother Nate.

“What’s the hurry?”

I darted around him and called over my shoulder, “They sic’d Bodacious on that CIA agent.”

“So?”

“If Bodacious hurts the idiot, the livestock investigators might insist on putting him down.” I bolted out the back door and sprinted for the barn.

Nate ran alongside me. “Dad would be pissed. He loves that bull.”

“Yep.” Grabbing a bucket, I hurried into the feed room and filled it with oats.


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