Wendy put up her hands and asked, “do you want to keep the baby?” Zoey sat up in her chair and asked, “I don’t even know if there is a baby, but either way is that any of your business?” Cathy took a breath and said, “my doctor told me that the tests they do are so like those tests that if it says you are, then you are. What Wendy is saying is that if you are pregnant, we should get you to the doctor and make sure everything is ok.” Wendy put up her hands and said, “also if you want the other, we need to do it sooner than later because the law dictates when you can have an.” Zoey interrupted her saying, “stop I don’t want to hear that word.” Cathy said, “and yet you are thinking about that word.” Wendy stood up and said, “either way you should see a doctor so get your jacket and let’s go……... Now.” Zoey stood up and said, “this is my life, not yours.” Wendy said, “it's not just your life anymore, and I’m not just talking about the baby.” Cathy said as calmly as she could, “why don’t I take you to see my doctor. She will help you either way even if you decide to do that word you don’t want to hear.”
With Cathy and Zoey on the way to see a doctor, Wendy sat in her office stripping down her Glock and cleaning the parts. As she did her hands slowly shook less. She cared for both Zoey and Gary. Seeing them split apart like this brought back bad memories. She thought about the day she almost killed Gary. Four years earlier, she and Cathy had moved back to the garage. This was just days after the events at the ranch. They both burned anything that could tie them back to David and the ranch. Ruth called, but neither of them answered. Cathy sat in the back working the inventory writing orders while Wendy worked the front behind the counter. She also had a Glock 17 and a shotgun with her. A car went by then the same black car went by again. Wendy counted five people in the car with California plates. She opened a small safe and pulled a Smith and Wesson Model 360 .357 Magnum out and tucked it in the small of her back. The gun was a tiny kicking beast, but it made a loud, intimidating noise.
The car came back around, but this time there was only a driver. Wendy got up and pulled the Glock from under the counter. A voice came from the back, “drop the gun, or the bitch dies.” Wendy came around the corner to find four men armed with baseball bats, chains and one absurdly large revolver. The man with the gun had a hold of Cathy with one hand over her mouth. Wendy brought up her gun. The man holding the large revolver pointed it at Cathy’s head saying, “put it down or I spread this dike’s brains across the room.” Cathy tried to shake her head. Wendy said, “and when I put the gun down you kill us both.” The man with the gun said, “no, I just wanted you looking at me.” A second too late she heard something behind her then the pain to her head and everything went black. She passed out for a second. She fell backward onto a sharp pain and a cracking sound. She would later find out she damaged her back when she landed on the gun. One of the men held her arms down while another got on top ripping her shirt open. Wendy turned to see the same thing happening to Cathy. The man with the gun was still standing. He said, “David sent us to say goodbye.”
Cathy struggled to try and get free until the man on top struck her so hard Wendy could hear something break. The man with the gun said, “hey save some of that for us.” Wendy turned her head in time to see a man’s fist and everything go black again. She came back to the smell of the man’s nasty breath and the feel of the man’s bulge pushing against her jeans. The next sound was the sound of a shotgun’s slide being racked. A man with her shotgun from the counter was there pointing at the man with the handgun. Gary said, “get the fuck off her and get out now.” The man with the gun asked, “who the fuck are you?” He started to point the gun when Gary fired.
The first shell was a hollow point deer slug that struck the man in the chin exploding out of the back of his head. One of the men on top of Cathy was covered in brains and blood. The nasty breath man on top of Wendy went for the fallen gun, and Gary shot hitting him with a bolo round that nearly cut his head off shooting blood across the room. Wendy kicked the man holding her arms down and rolled over going for the revolver hidden in the small of her back. She felt her back shift. She turned and shot the men holding Cathy down than the man that was holding her. She turned and tried to shot Gary only to land on an empty cylinder.
Wendy looked over to the large revolver on the floor then back to Gary. He was turning gray and then threw up on the body of the man she had just shot. Cathy got to her feet and went to Wendy ignoring Gary. She said, “don’t move. I think you damaged something in your back.” Wendy turned to Cathy and her visible broken nose. Gary put the shotgun down and came over to them. He said, “I’ll call 911.” Wendy took him by the arm and said, “call the number next to the phone in the counter.” Cathy looked around the blood covered room. Gary came back and said, “the sheriff is on his way with people as he said you could trust.” Wendy slowly turned her head to Gary and asked, “who are you?” Gary walked back into the front of the store then came back with a help wanted sign. He said, “I saw the sign and wanted to see if you were still hiring?” Cathy looked to Wendy who looked back at her. Wendy said, “you're hired.”