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11:25 a.m.

County Memorial Hospital

Randi Howard closed the door to the tiny room and leaned against it with all the drama of a breathless heroine in a B movie. “The newspaper and a TV station from Wichita Falls were pulling in when I parked. They say it’s hailing between here and the city, but those folks are like roaches, they can live through anything.”

When no one commented, she continued, “There’s also more cowhands and oil field workers than I could count hanging around in the lobby. It’s busier than Frankie’s Bar on payday. I had to fight my way through, then convince some nitwit girl dressed like a peppermint that I’d been told to show up here.” She brushed raindrops from her Western-cut jacket. “We’re in for one hell of a storm, gals. This hospital is probably a good place to wait it out.”

She scanned her audience of four and shrugged off any acting she might have planned. “I guess folks dying in this county from anything other than old age is big news.”

“What are you doing here, Randi?” Crystal’s tone held an edge that was not entirely unfriendly. “I thought you were working the day shift now.”

“Didn’t anyone tell you? My Jimmy was with your Shelby on the rig.” Randi twisted her dyed, gypsy-red hair into a braid.

Crystal frowned. “I should’ve guessed he’d be there. He’s always shadowed his uncle Shelby. Jimmy knows more about Howard Drilling than either of Shelby’s kids. If there were problems on the rig, Shelby would have wanted Jimmy right there with him, learning all he could.” She glanced at the others. “Shelby says Jimmy’s been at his side since he was a boy.”

Randi nodded and took a seat, propping her red Roper boots on an empty chair. She pulled out a pack of Marlboros, looked around and reconsidered. So, she thought, these are the newly widowed. An old woman, a foreigner, a Pollyanna who had to be a schoolteacher and darling Crystal who was almost thirty and her husband still called her baby doll.

In truth, she envied Crystal more than disliked her. They had been friends in their single days, sharing everything including boyfriends. The bubbly bleached blonde snagged the rich old Howard while Randi only caught the poor nephew. Oh, old man Shelby always made sure Jimmy was paid well, but Shelby’s kids treated her and Jimmy worse than hired help. Which, she had to admit, was better than the way they treated their daddy’s second wife, Crystal.

Randi looked directly at Crystal, catching only a glimpse of the girl she had once thought of as a sister. “I might as well tell you, you’ll find out soon enough in this town. I was packing to leave Jimmy when the sheriff stopped by our trailer. I quit my job and sold everything I couldn’t fit in the back of my Jeep. I’ve got to get out of here while I can still breathe. I was meant for something more than singing a few songs once a week during talent night. There’s a whole world out there that thinks of more than oil and cows. There’s got to be. What was it we used to say, ‘so many men, so little time’?”

Crystal smiled with lips a little fuller than they used to be. “I thought it was so many margaritas, so little time?”

“Well, either way, it’s time I moved on. I don’t want to grow old and die here, still thinking about what might have been if I’d only been brave enough to go take a look.”

Crystal knelt beside Randi, taking both her hands. “You can’t leave, Randi. Shelby says Jimmy is doing real well. He’ll be in charge of all the drilling soon. You know Jimmy’s crazy about you, girl.”

Randi shook her head. “I swore nothing would stop me from leaving this time. I’m aging by the hour in this town.” She glanced at the machines, hoping one said Coors across the top. “Jimmy loves me, I guess, but that ain’t enough. No one in this place seems to understand…life here is sucking the marrow from my bones.” She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. “God, I hope he’s dead.”

Silence crystallized, as though speaking her thoughts had somehow made it possible. The four other women in the room forgot to breathe.

Randi opened her eyes. “If he isn’t, I won’t be able to leave him hurt and burned,” she mumbled, more to herself than anyone. She was not a woman who thought of apologizing for anything she said. “And I won’t survive much longer here, just sitting on the porch waiting for sundown.”

She raised her head, knowing her words were cruel, but realizing they were true. “If Jimmy’s alive, this accident just signed my death warrant.”