HIDDEN SPRING 20

as latigo started to rein his horse toward home he once again heard a rumble far to the south. he stopped and looked in the direction the sound came from. a distant mushroom cloud of dust was riseing far to the south. he sat there looking in amazement. thinking to himself he hoped no one was close to that explosion. he started on toward his house. on the way his mind was crowded with different senarios. then it suddenly hit him. louis wasnt going to blame him for the shot down plane or the different explosions today, he was going to blame the ricco christianos. the caborca cartel was already on notice from the scavengers, and with all this today they would be blamed again. he wasnt sure in his own mind if all this was a good thing. . but, it will stop the movement through the bombing range and his ranch. when he finally reached home it was full dark. but a full moon was comming over the horizon and illuminating the land scape. when latigo rode into his yard the first thing he noticed was tire tracks all over the yard between the house and the little barn where he stored his saddles . he looked to the house and everything seemed normal. at the saddle room he pulled the duffle bag off the led horse and stored it in a back corner of the room with a couple of slickers hanging over it. then he unsaddled his horses and turned them loose. when he got to the front door of his house he found a envelope stuck to the door. he didnt open it but went inside and lit a kerosene lamp. the opening the envelope he found a hand written note with the words CALL ME and a phone number.it wasnt signed but he knew who wrote it. well tomorrow would have to be quick enough. he fixed a quick cold meal then fell into bed, his head whirling. trying to find a solution to this mess. maybe tomorrow a door would open showing him a way . in any case it came to him, he wanted irene back here. he suddenly missed her. but he knew deep down there was still a element of unpredictable danger. he didnt want her hurt. he ran his hand over his face. one part of him was the cold veteren who had killed more times than he could count and the other was some one who was attatched to a woman and was being considerate. his eyes flew open as he stared up at the ceiling, he didnt know who he was any more. he knew who he wanted to be, he just didnt know how he was going to get there from here.