Lost In The Crazies – Peter J Ryan

She stared at him for several seconds, eyes opened wide and mouth agape. “Do you like it?” Rick asked, stroking his palm across his smooth, hairless head, which he had shaved after Abby had gone to sleep. “What? … How? … Why?” was all she was able to mutter. “If Sage is going to be going without hair, so will I,” he said with an innocent shrug. Abby continued to glare at him as she took a bite of her buttered toast. She said nothing during the entire ride to school, opting to study Rick as if he were a museum exhibit.

“You really did that for Sage?” she finally asked when they pulled up to the curb. “Why not?” She leaned toward him and allowed him to kiss the top of her fore- head, their morning ritual. “Cool,” she said as she exited his truck and van- ished among a throng of chattering classmates.

Helen was on the phone when he walked into the sheriff’s office. Her curious eyes watched him walk over to the nearby Mr. Coffee and pour a cup. “Yes sir, I have placed the information on his desk,” Helen said. “He just walked in, so I’m sure he will be calling you as soon as he’s had a chance to review everything.” She glanced at Rick again as her head bobbed up and down. “Yes sir, I realize that it’s urgent. He’ll be back in touch with you shortly.”

Rick watched Helen hang up the phone. “So, what information is on my desk and why is it so urgent?” He took a sip of coffee, which tasted like burnt rubber. More than once he’d requested that Helen wait until he got in before putting coffee on. She never complied. “Everything is organized on your desk,” Helen said.

“You probably want to see it to believe it.” Rick drank more coffee, strictly for purposes of loading up on caffeine. “Can you give me a hint?” Helen picked up a pen off her desk and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. “Let’s just say it involves the alleged Randall Boone.” “The alleged Randall Boone?” She flicked her head toward Rick’s office. “It’s all there sitting on your desk.” Rick started toward the coffee machine to refill his cup but thought better of it.

He walked past Helen’s desk, when she stopped him. “You okay, Sheriff?” “Of course. Why do you ask?” “Something about you looks different.” “I’m fine,” he said, wagging his head. He entered his office, hanging his hat on a rickety wooden rack and placing his cup next to a closed manila file folder on his desk.

Plopping into his chair, he used both hands to stroke the top and sides of his scalp.

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This is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to actual persons is purely coincidental. Persons, events, and places mentioned in this novel are used in a fictional manner. Editor—Susanne Lakin Cover Design—Tamra Lucia Interior Layout—The Deliberate Page Print ISBN: 978-0-9988871-1-1 eBook ISBN: 978-0-9988871-2-8 LCCN: 2017905485 OceanofPDF.com In memory of my mother, Frances C.

Ryan OceanofPDF.com Man’s law changes with his understanding of man. Only the laws of the Spirit remain the same. —Crow Indian proverb OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Book One: Edge of the Sawtooth Excerpt Prologue Acknowledgements OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER 1 Bartenders tend to notice things, and the first thing Jesse Lone Wolf noticed was the blood.

Too much blood. The larger man, the one with Boone scripted along the inside of his dirt-encrusted forearm, wrapped the coarse flesh of his right hand around his fourth bottle of Moose Drool, having instructed Jesse to serve him two beers at a time. His teeth were yellow, gums rimmed with the residue of to- bacco, eyes bloodshot from alcohol.

He carried the odor of a bedroll left in the pouring rain. The crimson color beneath his fingernails was understandable for someone who had field-dressed an elk, but the broad stains that had dried like hardpan on the front of his T-shirt were curious at best, even for the most careless of bow hunters. Boone and another hunter had drifted in shortly after one o’clock. The Gold Bar was dead, just as it was every Wednesday afternoon. The only drinking establishment in Mariah, Montana, population 237, was lightless and sad, seemingly by design.

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