“They’re fine, but I got a call from Jeff. He’s with Scott at the Wild Coyote Bar. Scott is pretty drunk, and Jeff said—and I quote—‘Tell Gunner to get here before I punch the living shit out of Scott.’ ”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Damn it.” I turned to Gramps and tried to give him a small smile.
“Go, Drew. Your friend needs you. Just be patient, and try to understand what it would be like if Ellie had left you and you had no idea where she was while she thought the worst of you.”
My heart dropped to my stomach. I’d rather die.
“Thanks, Gramps. Let’s do this again, okay?” I turned to my dad and smiled. “Thanks, Dad. You should finish out the ride with Gramps. He’s being all emotional and shit.” I turned to look at Gramps.
His face fell. “You little shit.”
I laughed as I gave Firelight a good kick, and she took off.
I walked into the Wild Coyote Bar as Miranda Lambert’s “Baggage Claim” was playing, and the first thing I noticed was Scott dancing. I had no clue who he was dancing with, but I could immediately tell that he was drunk off his ass. I looked around and saw Jeff sitting at the bar.
I walked up and slapped him on the back. “I heard there was a problem,” I said with a wink.
Jeff rolled his eyes. “That motherfucker is gonna kill me!”
I sat down and ordered a beer as I looked back out at Scott. He was all over the girl.
“What’s going on?” I took a sip of my beer.
“For the last hour, I’ve been fighting with that little ho-bag out there on the dance floor.” Jeff looked out at the girl dancing with Scott.
I couldn’t help but start laughing. “What’s she doing?”
“Trying to get Scott to leave with her. I won’t let him do it, Gunner. I don’t care how upset he is. He’s drunk, and he’s hurting, so I won’t let him be unfaithful to Jessie…even if she thinks he already has been. But the fucker is starting to piss me off. He just wants to leave with this girl.”
The song ended, and they both came walking up to the bar. I smiled when I got a better look at the girl.
“Lucy…I don’t think your husband would like knowing his wife is out trying to pick up men.”
Lucy was married to a friend of mine who was in the Army and just happened to be deployed. My heart instantly broke for him, and I made a mental note to let him know that his wife was at the bar today.
Scott spun around and looked at Lucy as she shot me a dirty look.
“Fuck off, Gunner,” Lucy said.
Scott instantly removed his arm from her shoulder. “You’re married?” He shook his head. “Fucking women—you’re nothing but a bunch of deceiving, lying bitches.”
Lucy gave Scott a good push, causing him to fall toward Jeff and me. We both reached out and grabbed Scott before he fell to the floor.
She threw her hands on her hips and gave Scott a dirty look. “Asshole. You just keep crying over the girl who walked out and left your ass. You probably deserved it.”
I grabbed Scott and made him sit down. “What in the hell are you doing, Scott? You can’t drink or fuck her out of your mind…or heart.”
“Ain’t that the truth? Been there and done that.” Jeff took a drink of his beer.
Scotty McCreery’s “The Trouble with Girls” started playing, and Scott put his head in his hands.
“Perfect-ass song. I can’t take it. I’m going crazy. I have to know where she is! What is she doing? Who is she with? What if she meets someone and falls in love with him? She obviously doesn’t give a fuck about me or anyone else back home.”
Jeff shook his head and put his hand on Scott’s shoulder. “Scott, she’s not going to fall in love with someone else in a little over a month. She told Amanda three weeks, so she’ll probably be here any day.”
Scott started shaking his head. “No, I feel her slipping further and further away. I can’t explain it. I just feel it in my heart. I sure hate my brother and Chelsea right now.”
“You don’t mean that, Scott,” Jeff said as he glanced over toward me.