Life can change in a moment...
She was in the tack room when she heard the static of the short wave radio begin to crackle and clear, the signal that a call was about to come through. Laine ignored it in favor of the saddle she was rubbing down with oil, the leather was dry and worn but the woman was determined to get a bit more use out of it. Still, she recognized the owner of the voice, figures Colt would forgo a call sign. The men were probably just screwing around again, harassing each other to lighten up the grueling workday.
The smile that was forming on her lips stopped and she dropped her oil-soaked rag on the floor. This wasn’t a call reminding one of the hands to stop trying to rut with one of the cows or someone telling another off color joke to whomever had their radios turned on. There was a frantic note to the deep voice belonging to the man she’d grown up with.
She moved across the wood paneled room quickly, turning up the volume and getting ready to switch on the comm. To allow her to answer the call, ask for a repeat message when she froze completely.
“Get a damned EMT out to the ranch, helicopter rescue if you can. We’ve got a situation up here by the ridge. And for God’s sake, don’t let Laine come up here. It’s Wes.”
The smile that was forming on her lips stopped and she dropped her oil-soaked rag on the floor. This wasn’t a call reminding one of the hands to stop trying to rut with one of the cows or someone telling another off color joke to whomever had their radios turned on. There was a frantic note to the deep voice belonging to the man she’d grown up with.
She moved across the wood paneled room quickly, turning up the volume and getting ready to switch on the comm. To allow her to answer the call, ask for a repeat message when she froze completely.
“Get a damned EMT out to the ranch, helicopter rescue if you can. We’ve got a situation up here by the ridge. And for God’s sake, don’t let Laine come up here. It’s Wes.”