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Chapter 7

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IF I was dead, everything would not smell like manure. This was my logic, so I figured I was still breathing. When I opened one eye, I heard a gasp.

“Oh God, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

My other eye opened, and I saw Everett. “Hey,” I said, but my voice sounded bad, scratchy and rough.

“Just lay there and don’t move and try not to scare the shit out of me anymore for one day.”

I nodded.

“Don’t move!” he barked at me. “The ambulance is coming.”

“No, I don’t wanna go to the hospital.”

“We’ll see,” he said, hovering over me.

But I knew my body better than anyone else, so when he turned to look, for the paramedics or the ambulance or whoever he was expecting, I rolled sideways and got to my feet.

“What the fuck?” he yelled at me as a cheer went up from the stands and Dusty and Chris and Tom and Pierce and Chase joined us in the ring.

Dusty was all over me, and I put one arm across his shoulders and the other on Chase and let them help me from the middle of the arena. They walked me to a gate, lifted me off my feet and carried me through. On the other side, the paramedics were there on standby, and I was put on the back of their truck so they could check me over.

I told them my name and the name of my ranch, Dusty explained what had happened since apparently they had not seen my spectacular ride for themselves, and Chase told them how I had fallen and how hard and how fast. He was worried about my head.

Dusty was worried about my neck.

Chris was concerned about my ankle because I couldn’t put any weight on it.

Everett was with Chase and worried about my head. He felt that my pupils were way too big.

“Did I win?” I asked Glenn Holloway as he reached us.

“Fuck no,” he growled at me. “You were only on the horse like two seconds.”

“Really? It felt like so much longer.”

“I expect so,” he said, reaching out and curling a stray lock of hair around my ear. “Jesus Christ, Stefan, my father said you didn’t have to ride.”

“He was late.” I smiled at him as the nice lady paramedic shone a light in my eyes.

“Okay, Mr. Joss,” she said softly.

“Stef,” I corrected her.

“Stef.” She smiled, gesturing behind me. “We’re gonna have you lie down, all right?”

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Alice
Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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