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Ice water ran th

rough my veins, and I ran a little to keep up with his quick pace.

“Who are they?” I asked, my voice serious as I stuck by his side.

“Some bad, bad men,” he remarked as we went to the rope-fence that walled off the pavilion, he climbed over then reached back for me, lifting me up over then laying me down on the other side with such ease. “Sorry, we should head on back now,” he said to me, a moment’s sadness flickering across his determined face.

It didn’t bother me, having to leave the dance. What bothered me was his expression and the way he spoke of them. It wasn’t just some little thing he was runnin’ from. It was somethin’ way bigger. Something that left me feeling uneasy.

“What’s wrong?”

“I took from ‘em, and they want payback. You hired the wrong guy to work your farm, Shelby,” he said as we moved through the dark towards the parking area, though before I could ask anymore, we were caught. One of ‘em was waitin’ for us. And it was clear it was one of them, because you didn’t see no scraggly lookin’ biker outfits like that around farm country.

“There you fuckin’ are,” the bearded guy said as he advanced towards Asher and I, knife in hand. Though Asher didn’t slow down, he merely let go of my hand and left me as he went right at the man.

I couldn’t help but let loose a panicked cry because I felt for certain he was gonna get stabbed, but the suddenly rush into danger must’ve surprised the thug, or else Asher was just so damned fast and good. Because instead of a knife in his own gut, he planted a fist in the biker’s jaw and grabbed a hold of his wrist.

Crack! Another blow to the face, and that fella was down, his jaw undoubtedly broken. He went down to the ground as Asher still held his wrist in his hand, the knife fumbling from the fella’s grasp into the grass.

Though it weren’t over then, because from around some of the vehicles I saw another one comin’. This guy was big, and carried a big metal pipe in hand as he came at Asher from his blindspot.

“Asher! Watch out!” I cried, and thank the Lord I did! Because he turned just in the nick of time to hold up his arm and block the blow. Their forearms locked as Asher reached up to grab his wrist, and they were locked in a tussle.

The big fella punched at Asher, jabbin’ him right in the gut twice. Though Asher didn’t budge, he kept his place and then retaliated with a quick headbutt. It was enough to send the brute reelin’, blood gushin’ from his nose. Though unlike the first guy, he held onto his weapon and towed Asher back with him.

I’d never seen anything like it, and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to run over there and help, but they were almost as big and strong lookin’ as Asher, and I admit, I was scared.

Real scared.

The fight was still on, because he punched into Asher’s gut again, this time makin’ more of an impression. Asher nearly crumpled over, but instead he launched his knee up as they grappled, and planted it into the fella’s stomach.

The two of ‘em sank to the gravel of the parking lot, and the guy went to grab at Asher’s face, but he beat the fella down with some more hard blows of his concrete fist until he was hunched over the thug’s bleedin’, battered body.

“Stop!” I screamed, running over to Asher, trying to get that sickening crunch of bone and flesh meeting with such force and impact out of my head. I flung my arms around Asher’s shoulders, trying to pull him up, “We gotta go!”

His fist was bloody, but Asher got up and together we ran to my truck. We climbed on in and started it up, drivin’ off. It wasn’t until we were back on the road that he spoke another word.

“Shit!” he swore, slamming his fist on the wheel angrily. “Fuck! How’d they know to search around here?!”

He was angry, confused, and confusion only made a man angrier I found.

But I didn’t have any answers. I barely even had any questions, and I leaned back in the passenger seat, my heart beating so fast as a freight train.

He wasn’t safe here. Not anymore. Not from whatever he’d done.

What could he have done that was so bad as to have those men lookin’ for him?

Drugs?

Worse?

I shuddered, and suddenly felt so cold, as if it weren’t a beautiful summer’s eve.

We drove on back to the farm in silence, though after we got there Asher stayed motionless. The truck was shut off, but he stared, his mind off in another world. Whatever he’d done was serious, and the consequences were followin’ him. It obviously weighed heavily.

“I’m sorry for staying. I thought the odds of them tracing me here were so slim…” he lamented.

“Asher,” I whispered, my voice so quiet. “What’d you do?”