Sudden Independents

“They’re in the next room having family time. Mark woke up first. Once Ginger was sure he was okay, she gave him the baby and left. She was pretty shaken by the whole light show. Luis asked us to move the rest of you out here.”

Jimmy sat and gave Catherine’s sleeping form a considering look before returning his gaze to Scout. “Hunter told me about his broken arm. I guess we owe our new little friend a lot. Can you tell me anything else about her?”

“She can heal people. I never believed such a thing was possible. It happened the same way with Hunter, but she needed help healing my sister.”

“What was that like?” Jimmy asked.

Scout closed his eyes and tried to figure out a way to describe the event. “Like part of me was taken to fix my sister.” Scout looked at him again, but Jimmy was staring straight ahead, focused on nothing. “She really can heal people, Jimmy.”

Scout’s words and their implications hung in the air between them. Then Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck again and smiled before patting Scout’s shoulder gently. “Get some more rest. Hunter tells me you were up all night watching over both of them. I appreciate you bringing him back.”

“I know. You owe me big. So where’s Aunt Molly? I haven’t seen her yet.”

Jimmy frowned and Scout wondered what was wrong this time; it was always something with that girl. Vanessa tried making friends with her, but it takes two. Molly just didn’t seem interested. Mark kept saying she’d come around someday.

Jimmy shifted in his seat and picked at the front of his shirt. “She blew up at dinner last night about Ginger making clothes for the baby, and now we can’t find her.”

“That sounds kind of extreme, even for Molly,” Scout said. “Why would she run away?”

Jimmy leaned in close and dropped his voice. “I went looking for her last night to make sure she was okay and let her know the baby was coming. When I found her, she sort of threw herself at me.”

Scout smiled; if ever somebody needed a girlfriend to squeeze, Jimmy’s name was at the top of the list. “Did you hit that, man? You lucky-”

“No,” Jimmy hissed. “That’s the problem. I told her no.”

Scout dropped his grin in disappointment. “Dude, seriously?”

“I am being serious.” Jimmy’s face turned a nice shade of red again. It looked really funny this time now that they weren’t talking about Vanessa. “I like someone else. When I told her, she ran off and now we can’t find her anywhere.”

Scout folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. “Well, you can count me out. I’ve already done my search and rescue for the week. It’s Hunter’s turn.”

Molly couldn’t believe all the unfair, horrible crap happening in her life. First Vanessa, then Mark, and now Jimmy’s rejection of her; nothing could hurt as bad as that. He said he liked someone else. But who could he possibly like?

Molly decided to make him jealous. He would suffer when he realized his one and only chance with her was shot. She felt like such a fool. She placed all of her hopes and dreams in a box labeled Jimmy, wanting him to be her companion forever. Instead, he dumped her in the mud. She would never allow him to know how much his rejection hurt. He couldn’t. Molly hated being rejected, but she never wanted someone’s pity.

She finally reached her destination at the top of the hill. She’d been walking to it all day and the sun was way past afternoon in the sky. She turned to glare at the dot in the middle of the large prairie that was Independents. Molly hoped everybody was sick with worry because she was missing.

Now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Jimmy would need to send someone out to look for her, but Hunter and Scout were the only ones that really knew the Big Bad and they probably hadn’t returned yet. Maybe no one would come.

Molly didn’t want to be rescued, she decided with a desperate pout as tears threatened yet again. She stared back at the distance between herself and Independents, certain that she’d never make it back by nightfall and scared to sleep in the open prairie.

She kicked at the tall grass. “Of all the stupid things!”

Maybe Mark would come. Mark would find her and all would be forgiven. He would be so relieved to find her safe and sound. She’d apologize for her outburst and promise to be nicer to Vanessa. Yes, Mark would come. After all, he was the sheriff of Independents and Molly was a missing person, right? He had to come.

Molly began her journey back to town. The sun glare in her face gave her a pounding headache throbbing between her eyes. She was tired and thirsty. The tall grass proved more difficult now that her anger simmered from the passion that carried her out, abandoning her for the return trip. Fear was the only thing that propelled her back toward safety.

She thought about Jimmy again. His face contorted with the ugliness she felt for him now. How did she ever fall for such a bumpkin? She was willing to spend the rest of her life as a farmer’s wife, but not anymore.

Molly wanted to be a big city girl again.