THE LOST CAUSE BAR #wattys2017

Chapter 28

The attached video is a reference. Just remember that this is a practical skill in a ranch.

Sawyer

Wyatt's got her securely in his truck so it's time for the next part of this round up to take place. Taking care of the bastard bull. Devin gives him another nudge from the back while Wyatt and i move in from the sides grazing him with our side steps, the thick pipes putting gouges in the SUV, sorry Jack, but it has the desired effect, control of the vehicle in the middle of the three of us. Able to slow the other car down or speed it up with our diesels.

Right now we are just directing it, directing it to the dirt back roads, where no traffic ever comes where there is an open field to finish our business with needle dick oh i'm sorry i mean Needleman.

I can feel Devin back off the tail end of the SUV from the lag we pick up from just the two of us directing the battered SUV but the jolt his next hit gives and resulting screech that can be heard from inside the smaller car makes us all laugh at his fear.

I bet my next night with Del that he pissed himself. Devin's growling rumbling fills the already rumbling air. "Lets get him there so we can get home."

Hell yeah, dumbass has finally stopped running and is ready to fix his shit.

The rev of our engines cuts through the night but the best part of this adventure is the black smoke pouring into his car from our diesels. The fumes causing him to choke and gag on the thick wet smoke.

I can't help but laugh at his predicament he deserves this and more for what he's put Sug through not to mention those other women. So i rev my engine again to add to the already lung clogging black smoke.

The clearing is fast approaching in preparation for the turn Wyatt swings out wide directing him the right way, to the hay field. The nearest structure is acres away meaning its perfect for the beating we have in mind.

Wyatt and I pull away from the side doors giving him enough space to exit of his own free will or with a little bit of assistance if necessary.

Devin is still following, directing behind needleman to get him far enough into the field where we aren't noticeably out of place.

Opening my door foot resting on the side step watching the scene unfold. Wyatt is inside his truck with Del, his arms around her speaking quietly into her ear.

I can see she is still in pain by the way she holds herself stiffly in his arms but in his arms right now our girl is happy. Her eyes shine as she catches mine, she mouths a, 'thank you' my way and tip my hat in her direction in a you're welcome gesture.

With fifty foot clear around the beat up SUV and all engines except Needleman's off he makes his move.

Gunning his little V6 on the stolen vehicle taking off for the other side of the field through the chest high hay. If he thinks that he will make it across more power to him but it will not and i really don't feel like chasin' his ass. I reach down in my door pocket and pull from its holster my 9mm glock, (its texas what else do you expect.) i aim at the hood, my target the radiator or put a hole in the engine block.

It must hit the radiator because after the ringing of the gun shot stops the hissing starts and his vehicle slows before finally cutting out all together. Then two door slam his and one behind me. When I look back at the two trucks behind me I see that Devin is out of his truck and walking towards Needleman. His boots kicking up dust as he makes his way past my truck rounding the front on his way to the quivering prick.

And what do you know he did wet himself. Ha!

"Devin!" Delaney shouts in shock from Wyatt's arms. His grip tight trying to keep her from injuring herself further or again. But then again this is the first time she has seen him since the explosion at the bar.

"Hold on for just a minute, princess. Let me make sure this sick bastard don't get away." he says to her while pulling rope from his back pocket, another staple in any of our trucks, unraveling the arm length of raw rope he bites it between his teeth leaving his hands free.

The little sniveling prick tries to run but devin is faster, been calf roping for too many years not to be. He takes the small man down to the ground and make sure to get all four before tying it, not a slip knot like normal to ensure he stays where we put him.

"Now where were we princess." He says as he turns around and makes his way back to our circle of trucks.

Del is out of Wyatt's arms and closing the distance between her and Devin just as fast as Devin did earlier. When she stands in front of him she states clearly where they left off.

"Right here you big jerk." she says right before she rears her hand back to lay one on him. I cringe even before the smack rings out. His head jerks to the left, red blossoming over his right cheek.

"Yea, I'd say that's about where we left off too." devin states as he works out the kinks in his now sore jaw.