A HORSES AND HEALING MYSTERY
Copyright 2013 Kate Wyland
The rain reverberated like muffled gunshots off the hood of the car. Pulse hammering, Scott fought to keep the Corvette from plunging off the winding highway while sheets of water swallowed the headlights, obscuring the road and his turnoff.
Something hit the car and he wrestled for control as a loud, sharp blast resounded in his mind. For a moment he was no longer in the storm, but crouched in a dark room with the echo from an explosion ringing in his ears. He sucked in a desperate gasp of air and pushed his speed to a dangerous edge. He had to get to Tommy.
Then he could rest. And maybe get rid of the pain.
He resisted the urge to massage the area around the knot on his head. If only he could remember how the hell he got hurt, then all this might make more sense. But first, he had to find the turnoff.