The Last Honorable Man
Vickie Taylor. The Last Honorable Man
“You may, ah, kiss the bride now.”
The Last Honorable Man. Vickie Taylor
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Elisa’s bubble burst. Even the Ranger looked startled when he turned to her, his gray eyes roaming desperately from his grandmother to Elisa. She could have sworn his grandmother was holding her breath, love shining in her eyes as she waited for her grandson’s big moment.
Elisa might have let the moment pass as Del gave her a perfunctory kiss that served as a reminder that theirs was only a partnership, but she couldn’t stand seeing the woman’s confusion.
He’d been walking through a valley of his own since the shooting. Five days of reliving the same two-second slice of life over and over.
He crouches behind the car. Windows break in the warehouse across from him. Hayes is on the move, sprinting across the road. Inside the warehouse he sees the figure of a man through a window. The man raises a rifle, tracking Hayes.