My June Bug is getting better, little by little.
It’s been three days since Silas brought her home from Doc’s, and while the bruises are still visible, the fire in her eyes is starting to come back. She’s strong — always has been. But no father wants to see his daughter fight through pain she didn’t deserve.
Still, something doesn’t sit right. That itch in the back of my neck? It hasn’t gone away since she got back to the house. Eyes. I can feel them. Maybe it’s paranoia. Maybe it’s instinct. Either way, I trust it. I'm glad I sent word to my boys. The Iron Saints are riding into town. Should be here by nightfall.
I only asked for my top six to roll out — the ones I trust with my life. But deep down, I already knew how it’d go. Every damn one of them loaded up and hit the road. Because
