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him.”
    “Hell,
you know I never got along with him. They came into the diner and were having
dinner when she got up and stormed out.” Brody shrugged. “I wanted to know
why.”
    “Brody…”
    “I
know, Sam. I know. She’s still so beautiful…I just,” He sighed. “I don’t know.”
    “Christ,”
Sam muttered. “Don’t hurt her again. You didn’t see what you did to her when
you left her.”
    “I asked
her to go with me. She refused.” Brody stood and glared at Sam.
    “You
know why she refused. Hell Brody, she’d just buried her father.”
    “Tell
me this, Sam. What would you have done?”
    “I
don’t know.” Sam shook his head. “I honestly don’t know.”
    Brody
nodded. “Right. It was what I wanted to do with my
life at the time.”
    “At
the time. We
need to talk about that.” Sam narrowed his eyes. “I want to know why you left
the Marshals.”
    “Suffice
it to say, I burned out.” Brody handed Sam the paperwork.
    “You
know all I have to do is make a phone call?”
    “I
know, but I’m hoping you’ll give me some time.” Brody shook his head. “I’ll
tell you what happened. Just give me time.”
    Sam
nodded. “You got it. Go home and get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Brody
hesitated, and then nodded. He strode from the office, hopped on his bike, and
glanced toward Madilyn’s apartment complex. Sighing, he started the bike and
pulled out of the lot, heading home. He was tired. Damn nightshift about killed
him. The bike wound down the curved road and knolls as he headed home. Going
around the turn known as ‘Dead Man’s Curve’ he moved closer to the right. It
wasn’t close enough. A truck came around the curve on the wrong side and it
took every bit of Brody’s power to keep the bike upright but when it hit the
gravel, he lost it and the bike flipped. Brody hit the ditch and rolled several
times. He laid there stunned and tried to catch his breath. The truck kept
going.
      When he tried to stand, he couldn’t. He
tried to take deep breaths. He’d bet his last dollar he had a few cracked or
broken ribs. Pulling out his cell phone, he called Sam as he lay flat on his
back in the ditch.
    “Some
jerk in a truck just ran me off the road,” Brody told Sam when he answered.
    “Are
you all right?”
      “I think I might have some cracked ribs.
Son of a bitch kept going but I saw the truck enough to give you a
description.” Brody couldn’t breathe without feeling pain.
    “Tell
me,” Sam demanded. He swore when Brody described it.
    “You
know who it is?” Brody asked.
    “Sounds
like Joe Baker. He’s always drunk. I’ll send Rick out to his place. Do you need
an ambulance and a tow truck?”
    “Yes to
both. I think the bike’s totaled and I know I need to see a doctor. Why the
hell is the guy drunk at seven thirty in the morning?” Brody sighed.
    “Where
are you?” Sam asked.
    “Copper
Ridge. Dead
Man’s Curve,” Brody whispered, trying not to breathe.
    “It
probably was Baker. He lives out that way and he’s never sober. I’ll be right
there.”
    Brody
hung up and tried to move to a sitting position but he couldn’t. He continued
to lay there as he waited for Sam. As he glanced over to the bike, he swore. Looked like he was buying a truck sooner than he’d expected. He heard the sirens and sighed then hissed in a breath at the pain.
    An hour
later, Brody was still sitting in the hospital room waiting for the doctor to
come in. This is why he hated going to a hospital. The
waiting. Sighing, he laid his hand over his ribs. Damn it hurt to
breathe. Brody was about to slide off the table when a nurse stepped in the
room, pushing a wheelchair.
    “Mister
Morgan? We need to take you to x-ray to check your ribs.” She glanced up at him
and smiled. Brody tried to smile but his ribs were killing him. The nurse moved
forward to help him. He tried not to breathe as he sat in the chair. “I’m sorry
you’re in pain but we can’t prescribe anything