Page 130 of Rangers Last Promise

“That part isn't negotiable.”

His eyes hold mine.

Finally, he nods.

“Fine.”

I blink.

“Twice in one day.”

“What?”

“You agreed with me.”

“Don't get used to it.”

There he is.

Doc turns toward the stockyard.

I catch his hand.

He stops.

I hadn't planned to touch him.

Apparently my body didn't ask permission.

His fingers close around mine.

“Come back,” I say.

Something changes in his face.

Not Grant.

Not the promise.

Me.

“I will.”

He releases my hand and walks away.

Doc disappears into the auction barn.

I listen through the transmitter.

His footsteps echo across the concrete.

Then silence.

“I'm inside,” he says quietly.

Sheriff Tate holds up one finger.

Everyone waits.