Chapter Twenty-Three
Keaton pushed the horse hard. But the animal didn’t seem to mind at all. It had spent much of its time barely running while on the Purple Heart Ranch. It was used as a therapy animal to help wounded soldiers and amputees to heal. But now, it had a real mission.
The four soldiers closed in on the disgruntled, former employee. Keaton was close enough to the elder Bautista to see the whites in his eyes. Though there wasn’t much white there to see.
Manuel Bautista’s eyes were wide with splotches of red in the corners. He looked the definition of someone who was bloodshot. He was lucky Keaton was unarmed. Though he seriously wanted to pummel the older man with his bare hands.
Bautista dismounted, placing his hands up in the air. At least he knew when he was caught. But
