He could hear them struggle with the door at the front of the barn. Just like Trey, the two thugs had obviously grabbed for the door handle that was still fully attached to the door. That one that hadn’t badged for Trey. And it seemed the door was determined to win yet another battle.
In the precious seconds it took for the two men to realize that particular door wouldn’t give, Trey tried to suppress the urge to continue coughing, as though his body was trying to rid itself of his lungs and get himself off the dirty floor and broken wood planks that had formerly been the floor on the upper level of the barn.
His body only managed one of those tasks despite his strong will and determination to live. Trey rolled to his side and then pulled his legs under him so he could get on his knees b
