Burning Down Montana – Chapter 3


Brighton put his hands in his pocket and began whistling on his way out of the hospital.   For the first time he’d felt like he’d found more of a purpose for his life than tactical maneuvers and killing.  He felt exhilaration at riding in the ambulance, and he hadn’t felt that in years.   While he was only thirty-seven, he’d felt like he was quickly falling into a mid-life crisis.  The explosion and the ill-tempered Vesta St. James made him think less of himself and helping someone else.

He couldn’t help but smile at her sailor tongue.  Hell, he knew some in the Royal Navy who couldn’t swear as well.  She’d managed to use every American swear word he was familiar with in a single sentence.   She wasn’t a weakling, and yet, Brighton felt her vulnerability when he’d carried her to the stretcher.  Vesta was a mysterious mix of sexy, sassy and innocent.  Her barbed tongue didn’t fool him for a moment.  He was going to make sure that while she was here, she would know he was right there with her.

He needed to make a call to his twin brother, Bradford, although he already knew what he was going to say.  It wasn’t a twin ‘sense’ Bradford was just predictably pessimistic.  As the phone rang, he prepared himself for his sibling’s tirade.

“You’re joking? No one goes back to school at thirty-seven.”  Bradford’s tone sounded bored as usual.

“It isn’t school.  I’m going to take a firefighter’s course and then an emergency responder course.  I need to be doing something.”

“We are doing something.  Chase helped us find the jobs at the ranch.”

“That isn’t helping people.”

“What do you call it when some kid falls off a horse? That’s helping.”  Brighton could hear the disgust in Bradford’s voice.  Even in their days at Scaitcliffe, school was never Bradord’s ‘thing’ as the Americans put it.

“Bradford, I’m going to do this.   I’m done wandering all over.  At some point, you have to stop wandering and find home.”

“Home is in England, lest you’ve forgotten, but neither one of us can go back there, now can we?”

“Not unless you want to be responsible and claim your title as the Earl of Feversham and sit pretty on Parliament.”

“Not for a million pounds dear brother. Do you plan on going back so your arranged marriage can take place?”

“Not for all the tea in England.”

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