Hunt Chapter Four

Copyright 2013 Bailey Bradford


Cole and Shaughnessy



~~Chapter Four~~

Shaughnessy rolled over and debated opening his eyes. Considering how late he’d stayed up chasing the moon, the merits of peeking out of his gritty lids seemed nonexistent. He flopped an arm over his face. A whiff of his pit and his eye popped open . Jesus, he smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a week. Not unusual considering last night he’d rolled in shit he’d rather not think about. “Better get up, Bud,” a familiar voice growle...