CHAPTER TWO
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osh glanced at his watch, almost two in the morning of the second day. They should be landing in Denver soon. They had flown out of Ft. Walton Beach, Fl. at seven, landed in Dallas, had to wait an hour for a connecting flight to Denver. After Denver on to Laramie and would land at four. He could have flown in his F-22 Raptor from Eglin to Laramie in an hour. He couldn’t expect the airline to speed up their schedule just because his Mother had been taken.
Deborah arrived at the ranch at two. When she went in she saw her Dad and Bro. Turner standing by the fireplace. She could hear her Dad say, “She wouldn’t even look at it.”
“Really!”
“Nope, she wouldn’t even look at it. She run me off. Told me to leave,” said Lewis.
Deborah knew what they were talking about. On the mant
