Chapter 123 The Father

Anya looked up at the sound of Daniel’s voice and edged closer to Desmond. All the remaining patrons now surrounded the bar too, shoulder-to-shoulder support for one of their own.

“You ever do any bull riding?” Damon called over the radio, a smile in place more for her benefit than anything else, she bet.

“A time or two. Might have been half-drunk on some moonshine at the time, but yeah. Let’s do this.”

“You can have some moonshine if you get your ass back here in one piece, you hear me, bro?”

“Gonna need it from the sound of it. This will hurt like a bitch, won’t it?”

“If Desmond can handle it, you can.”

That was Damon.

The TV station crew glued their cameras on the chopper, and she looked on as Damon was prepared to rappel again at a moment’s notice.

“Fuck. Hey, Desmond, man, turn the TV off in case this shit goes sideways.”

If they did what she thought they were talking about, the maneuver meant to save Daniel’s life could smash him against the rocks instead. She didn’t need to be