CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AN HOUR AWAY, IN JUNCTION, Texas, the out-of-towner whose car had been totaled overnight was being moved from Kimble Hospital’s emergency room triage area to an inpatient room upstairs.
He’d left Sally Rutherford’s place and had almost made it into Menard when he’d literally run into trouble. Speeding down the dark road, he’d not seen the animals crossing until it was too late. Although he’d stomped on his brakes, he’d only managed to slow his speed to about forty-five miles an hour before he’d hit a magnificent ten-point buck pretty much square in the middle.
It had been like driving into a cement wall.
He’d come to, groggy and disoriented, and it took him a bit to clear the cobwebs enough to realize he’d been in a wreck. He forced his driver’s side door open even tho
