Seeing Red(43)

“Of course. Thanks again.”

The doctor went out, leaving him and his son looking at each other. The moment stretched out until it became awkward, especially for John, who slid off his coat and folded it over his arm. “We’re in the thick of an ice storm.”

The Major didn’t want to talk about the weather. “How long have I …?”

“Been here? Going on forty-eight hours. It’s been touch and go. Glenn and Linda, Hank and Emma, they’re out in the waiting room. Rushed here as soon as word got around that you’d regained consciousness.”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Vaguely. Kerra …”

“Escaped the men who shot you. She fell into the creek bed and suffered some injuries. None too serious. She’s already out of the hospital. Doing okay.” The Major exhaled a long breath as he processed that.

John shifted his weight, moved his coat from one arm to the other, glanced at the row of blipping, blinking machines, and finally came back to him. “I should go and let you rest. You had a close call. Hang in there, all right?”

But even after having said that, he stayed where he was, looking down on him with his all too familiar cut-you-to-the-quick eyes and expression of consternation. His son pretended to approach each of life’s roadblocks with a blasé attitude, indifferent as to whether or not he would clear the hurdle.

His feigned apathy fooled many. But in truth, even as a boy, John never could leave something unfinished, incomplete, or unanswered. If an article got lost, he searched until he found it. He couldn’t put away a broken toy until he’d repaired it. He would stick with a puzzle until he’d solved it. He would push a boulder up a mountainside with his nose if that was the only way he could get it there.

Now, he leaned down until their faces were only inches apart and whispered, “I warned you, didn’t I? Because you didn’t listen, you almost got yourself killed, and Kerra along with you.”

He had just surfaced from a coma, and John wanted to play “I told you so”? How like him. But he had neither the stamina nor the desire to wrangle with John’s stubborn streak just now. He shut him out by closing his eyes.

“Major?” John repeated his name until he gave in and opened his eyes. John looked madder and meaner than he’d ever seen him. “Did you see the sons o’ bitches? Could you identify them?”

He mouthed, No, then held his son’s unwavering stare for several seconds until closing his eyes again, and this time resolutely kept them shut until John stalked out.



Trapper pushed the large red button on the wall, and the pneumatic double doors opened. As expected, the moment he cleared them, he was surrounded by at least two dozen people. Along with Glenn, Hank, and their wives, also there were the lady who cleaned house for The Major, and the crusty old rancher with whom he shared a property line.

The others were strangers to Trapper. He supposed several were from Hank’s congregation, and some were acquaintances of The Major’s that he’d never met. All were eager to hear the update.

“He’s awake, he’s moving on command, and he talked,” he said up front, then recapped what the doctor had said about The Major’s progress, omitting the part about good karma and guardian angels, neither of which Trapper believed in.

Following several outbursts of happy relief, a lady on the fringe of the group stated that The Major’s recovery was nothing short of a miracle, and there were murmurs of agreement. Hank’s wife, Emma, invited anyone who wished to pray to join her in the seating area. Several did. Others drifted toward the elevator bank but not before either hugging Trapper or shaking hands and asking him to pass along their regards to The Major, which he promised to do.

Soon only he, Hank, and Glenn remained huddled.

Hank eyed him with concern. “You okay? You look a little unsteady.”

“Post-traumatic relief. I’m good.”

“What would be good is if you left your goddamn cell phone on from now on,” Glenn grumbled. “Instead of me having to drive all over town in a blizzard looking for you.”

Trapper squared off with him. “I told you. I silenced my phone and slipped it into my coat pocket while you and those Texas Rangers were trying to decide between waterboarding or the rack. Kerra’s room was like a frickin’ greenhouse, so I took off my coat, which is why I didn’t feel my phone vibrate.” He raised his hands in surrender. “Are those hanging offenses?”

Hank divided a look between the two. “Am I missing something?”

“Tin Star here hauled me in for questioning.”

Hank turned to his dad and looked at him with surprise and perplexity.

Glenn was quick to defend himself. “After Kerra told me about the earring, what was I supposed to think?” he demanded of Trapper.

“I’ve already been asked that question once tonight, and I’m not going to honor it again. Think whatever you damn well want to.”

“What were you doing in Kerra’s motel room?”

“Giving her a piece of my mind for going behind my back with incriminating allegations.”

“Not what it looked like to me.”

Trapper didn’t respond to that.

Glenn continued. “She gave us relevant information, otherwise known as cooperating with a criminal investigation. Which is more than I can say for you.”