CHAPTER 279

Colt couldn’t move. It felt like a thick rope was wound around his body from his shoulders to his knees.

Where was he? At the ranch? He heard laughter. Smelled dust and coffee. He stomped his feet. It wasn’t dirt beneath his boots but concrete.

Strong hands grabbed him by the arms and dragged him. His heart nearly beat out of his chest. “Okay, enough of the rough stuff.

Or are you givin’ me back some of what I gave to you? I said I was sorry.”

The blindfold was ripped from his eyes. He blinked until Bert’s face came into view.

“Bert? What are you doing here? Where’s India?”

“The time has come for you to face your fears.”

“But I have faced them. I haven’t had a drink in years!”

Colt looked around. He was in the middle of a circle. The circle of trust, just like the A.A. meetings. Except this circle was composed of his family, Cord, Colby, Carter, Keely, his mother, his father, his uncle Harland, his cousins Dag West, Quinn and Bennett McKay, not his fellow A.A. members.

He looked at Da