Boots and Bullets. B.J. Daniels

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      Cyrus must have watched as the man went back to the dark-colored van, the engine running, and realized the man was waiting for the owner of the VW to come out.

      He’d run downstairs in time to keep the young woman who owned the VW bug from being run down by the van and killed. While saving her, he’d been hit and suffered a blow to his head that had left him in a coma all these months.

      “That’s some story,” Cyrus said after his brother finished.

      It was like hearing a story about someone he didn’t know. None of it brought back a single memory. But it did fit in with his dream, since he’d spent a night in the old hospital.

      During the weeks he’d spent getting stronger, he hadn’t brought up the so-called murder dream with Cordell because it upset him. Cyrus suspected he worried about his twin’s mental health. During his last checkup, even the doctor had questioned Cyrus about headaches, strange dreams and hallucinations. Clearly Cordell had talked to the doctor about his brother’s inability to let this go.

      “I didn’t think coma patients dreamed,” Cyrus had said to the doctor.

      “Actually, they retain non-cognitive function and normal sleep patterns. It’s their higher brain functions they lose, other than key functions such as breathing and circulation. You were in a deep-level coma caused by trauma to the brain. I’m sure that explains what you thought you saw.”

      After his doctor’s appointment, Cyrus stopped by

      Winchester Investigations, unable to put it off any longer. With each passing day, he had more questions—and more suspicions. He knew there was only one way to put his mind at ease.

      “Hey,” he said after tapping at his brother’s open office door.

      Cordell looked up and from his expression, he’d been expecting this.

      “I have to go back to Whitehorse and check out a few things myself.”

      “I’ll go with you.”

      “No, you need to stay here and do some work. We both can’t be goofing off. When I come back—”

      “Yeah, I want to talk to you about that.”

      “Is there a problem?”

      “No, it’s just that, well, you’ve met Raine,” Cordell said.

      Cyrus smiled. He’d been pleased when his brother had introduced him to the woman he’d been seeing for the last three months. Raine Chandler, he’d been surprised to hear, was the woman he’d saved up in Montana.

      “So I brought you two together.” Cyrus had never believed in divine intervention. But as eerie as this was, he felt as if it had all happened for a reason. And that reason, he feared, was so he could be at the hospital that night and make sure justice was done.

      But that surprise was nothing compared to realizing his brother had fallen head-over-heels in love with the woman. After Cordell’s horrible marriage and divorce, no one had expected him ever to consider marriage again—especially his twin.

      But when he’d met Raine, he’d seen that she was wearing a gorgeous diamond engagement ring and Cordell was always grinning when he was around her.

      “Raine and I made a deal back in Montana,” Cordell was saying. He looked uncomfortable. “She said she’d marry me only when you could be my best man.”

      Cyrus was surprised. “She was taking one hell of a chance I was going to come out of my coma.”

      “Raine has a lot of faith. I think she knew how much I would need you at my side on my wedding day.”

      Cyrus laughed. “True enough. Congrats, Cordell, and I’d love to be your best man. So when is the big day?”

      “We haven’t set it yet. We were waiting to see … “

      If Cyrus really was going to be all right. That was the problem with being twins: sometimes you knew exactly what the other one was thinking.

      “I’m fine, really. This is just something I need to do. I’m not crazy, no screws loose from the head injury. If you had seen what I did, you’d be doing the same thing. It was that real, Cordell.”

      His brother nodded. “So go to Montana, do what you have to do and—”

      “Set a wedding date. I’ll be there for you. This thing in Montana won’t take that long, unless you’re thinking of getting married right away.”

      “No, we were considering a New Year’s wedding. Did I mention that our cousin McCall is getting married at the ranch at Christmas?” Cordell asked.

      “You aren’t seriously considering—”

      “Raine and Grandmother hit it off.” Cordell shrugged. “Grandmother thinks we should move our investigative business to Montana. I know,” he said quickly, putting up a hand. “I told her you’d never go for that.”

      Cyrus had to laugh. Cordell was the one who had wanted nothing to do with his grandmother. He’d tried to talk Cyrus out of even going to Montana in the first place. Now he was actually considering another wedding at the ranch after Christmas?

      “Hey,” he said, “whatever you and Raine decide. Count me in.” He hugged his brother and headed for the door.

      “Call me when you get there and keep in touch,” his brother called after him. “If you need me, I’ll be there in a heartbeat. Or if I don’t hear from you.”

      Cyrus stopped at the door to look back at him and laughed. “Stop worrying about me. I’ll probably be back within the week. By the way, thanks for taking care of my pickup.”

      “Sure.”

      Cyrus got the feeling there was something his brother wasn’t telling him. “You didn’t let your girlfriend drive my pickup, did you?”

      “The way Raine drives? Are you kidding?”

      He started to step out into the hallway.

      “Cyrus!”

      Turning, he looked back at his brother and saw more than worry on Cordell’s face. “Be careful.”

      Cyrus felt that bad feeling he’d awakened with rise to the surface again. If the murder had been nothing more than a bad dream, then why did his brother look scared for him?

       Chapter Three

      His first morning in Whitehorse, Montana, Cyrus headed straight for the new hospital. The squat, singlelevel building sat on the east end of the small western town. There was an empty field behind it, the Larb Hills in the distance.

      For a moment, he stood outside, hoping the cool October day would sharpen his senses. He felt off balance, confused and a little afraid that the blow to his head had done more damage than anyone suspected—and all because of what he believed he’d seen that night in the old hospital.

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