Chapter 20: Blake Unfurled
Later that night, well after my midnight return from Tulsa, I was awakened by Blake knocking on my cabin door and calling for me. Was he drunk? I didn’t know. What did he want with me? Again, I didn’t know. Why wasn’t he in bed? Maybe something important was happening and Blake was coming to tell me.
“Cal! Cal!” he called out in the cold. Obviously he wasn’t going away. Was there an emergency? Did something happen to Pax or one of the hands? Was a Palomino in danger—did one of the horses need my medical attention?
“Hold on a second!” I hollered from my bed as I grabbed my clothes—semen-scented jeans and the soiled, navy-colored T-shirt that I’d worn to Tulsa—from the floor and pulled them on. After dressing, I rushed across the small room, unlocked the door,
