Christmas At Blue Moon Ranch
“Worry started curling in his gut—these Zapata County folks looked friendly enough, but a kid could easily vanish in a crowd like this.
On his way to request the announcer to call Toby over the loudspeaker, he spotted a concrete block hut that also housed restrooms and detoured to check them out.
The old building smelled of mildew and urine. The men’s room was L-shaped, with urinals along one arm, stalls and sinks opposite each other on the other. Two teenagers stood at the sinks, washing their ...hands—his first clue that something wasn’t right. Of the three stalls, two had no door. The third was closed.
Daniel went to the farthest urinal and turned his back on the teenagers. He heard the shuffle of boots on concrete.
“Hand it over,”
one of them said, his voice a low growl.
“Throw it out here, kid.” That accent sounded like New York, not Texas. “Then we’ll let you go.”
Returning to the row of stalls, Daniel saw the teenagers crouched near the floor, trying to reach under the closed door.MoreLess
On his way to request the announcer to call Toby over the loudspeaker, he spotted a concrete block hut that also housed restrooms and detoured to check them out.
The old building smelled of mildew and urine. The men’s room was L-shaped, with urinals along one arm, stalls and sinks opposite each other on the other. Two teenagers stood at the sinks, washing their ...hands—his first clue that something wasn’t right. Of the three stalls, two had no door. The third was closed.
Daniel went to the farthest urinal and turned his back on the teenagers. He heard the shuffle of boots on concrete.
“Hand it over,”
one of them said, his voice a low growl.
“Throw it out here, kid.” That accent sounded like New York, not Texas. “Then we’ll let you go.”
Returning to the row of stalls, Daniel saw the teenagers crouched near the floor, trying to reach under the closed door.MoreLess
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