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Chp. 39: Last I Love You's

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Spot followed Kenny into the dock house, trying to pull on her hand. She walked quickly, refusing to look at him. 

"Kenny, baby, talk to me." Spot said frantically as she packed her things up. 

"There's nothing to talk about." 

"What did they do to you? Are they forcing you to do this," 

She turns to look at him. 

"No." 

"I don't believe you," 

"Spot," She breathes. "Eric came back and I just--" 

"Don't give me that bullshit,"

"I need a more stable future," 

"I don't understand."

"Spot, trust me, I have to do this." She stated, closing her suitcase. 

He furrowed his brows, watching her walk out of the door. Something was off, and he wasn't alarmed. He just needed to think.

He walked to his top drawer, opening it slowly. He dug under clothes, pulling out an envelope. It had turned yellow with age, the paper hardened. 

He had written her a letter many years ago, when he left the ranch. The night before he would have to go missing for many years. 

The outside was simply addressed, To: K.S.

Kendall, 

I have messed up in so many ways. I know this. I'll never expect you to forgive me. I've driven you to sadness many times, and I take fault in them all. 

I'm asking you to see me, all of me. All the hurt I've endured. I am not perfect. I will never be able to be everything you need. All I can be for you, is there. Soon, I may need to do something. I can't explain it to you. It will be the worst thing I'll ever do to you. 

I won't be there. 

But, I will promise to check in on you every once in a while, to make sure you're happy. That's all I ever want for you. 

I will never love someone like I love you. You are the very thing that keeps me going. Without you, I am missing half of myself. I'll never be fully happy without you. 

I love you. 

-T.C. 

He folded up the letter, putting it in his pocket. 

"Ace," Spot called. 

"Sir," 

"Get your boys out there and follow her." 

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Kenny managed to make her way back to the place where John, Eric, and Skid were hiding. She was praying that Spot somehow saw through her and would come to her rescue. 

After all, she didn't make it too convincing. And Lord knows she knows how to do that. 

"Back so soon, light packer?" Eric chuckles. 

"Not planning on staying for too long,"

Eric sighs. "You and I could have a life together, Kendall. Allow me to eradicate the parasite on our relationship,"

"Spot is no parasite," 

John returns to the room, motioning something to Skid. He nods, grabbing rope from a chair.