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    One for the Heart
    One for the Heart
    One for the Heart
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    One for the Heart

    By Joe Bob Newman

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    "One for the Heart" is the third book of the "Rescue Me" trilogy. Larry and Fran have met, fallen in love, divorced their ex's, married, and Fran is Pregnant. The excitement begins immediately when Fran's ex-husband, Bill, escapes from prison. He lets it be known that he wants to kill Larry and his family. Larry must meet him in a deadly showdown. At the same time, Fran tells Larry that if he goes to the showdown, she will not be home when he gets back. Also a new, younger woman enters Larry's Life, Christi, she has an unbelievable secret, that Larry must uncover. Fran finds out what it feels like to have her husband eye another woman. The adventures and action are non-stop.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoe Bob Newman
    Release dateAug 20, 2014
    ISBN9781311512505
    One for the Heart
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    Joe Bob Newman

    I have been writing mystery and fiction books since 1982. I have never considered having any published until now. My career has been in writing technical documents for the defense industry. By profession I am a mechanical engineer, P.E. I have six grand children.. During the summer months, I spend a lot of time in the mountains of New Mexico. Watching wildlife and observing the ecology. i also enjoy riding my 4-wheeler. I built a cabin by myself, just above a stream filled with trout, perhaps i should say am building, I have been working on it for twenty years and it is still not finished, but it is livable, it has electricity, running water and a septic system. With that, I am happy to live there in the summer months and for a week or two in the winter, but I have found that I am not much of a "snow" person.I do hope you read and enjoy my books as much as I enjoyed writing them! Thanks for visiting my page.Joe Bob Newman

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      One for the Heart - Joe Bob Newman

      ONE FOR THE HEART

      RESCUE ME - TRILOGY

      BOOK 3 OF 3

      JOE BOB NEWMAN

      Copyright © 2014 by Joe Bob Newman

      Cover Design by Laura Shinn

      Publisher Smash Words

      License Notes

      All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the above copyright owner.

      This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or publisher.

      The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

      Other Books by Joe Bob Newman – See the last page of this book for details.

      The Craft

      When Time Stood Still

      Phantom Canyon

      The Executive

      The Asteroid

      Cabin Fever

      Cabin Cruiser

      The above books are available as Paperback or eBooks at Smashwords.com

      This Trilogy is dedicated to my wife Linda. She is a beautiful woman that has been a tremendous influence on my life. I want to thank her very much for all her advice and assistance. We had a lot of fun together while I wrote this book. The character Loretta, in this book, originally was based on my wife Linda. But Loretta, digressed into her own character, later in the books. I could not have written these books with out her love and attentiveness. I love you Linda!

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      CHAPTER # TITLE

      - PROLOGUE

      1 TRIAL AND ESCAPE

      2 ELK HUNT

      3 FRAN’S PREGNANT

      4 SKI TRIP

      5 A FOREIGN WOMAN

      6 OK CORRAL SHOOT OUT

      7 A STOPPED HEART

      8 AN ABDUCTION

      9 FRAN’S PERSPECTIVE

      10 LARRY’S PLAN

      11 FRAN’S FALL

      PROLOGUE

      In Cabin Fever and Cabin Cruiser, Larry and Fran meet, become involved with each other, are caught by their spouses and get divorced. They get married and have an exciting honeymoon. In this book, all bets are off. Their marriage struggles and Larry is tempted by another woman.

      Regardless of what else happens, their love never dies. As Larry travels the world, will he and Fran ever find the true love that they both have been looking for?

      The adventures never seem to stop in this book; Larry continually gets in some kind of trouble. As Larry meets and saves the life of Cindy, he finds that she is not who she pretends to be. She has a huge secret. Larry must find out the secret then determine what to do about it. Once he knows about it, he realizes that it could affect the entire world, but only he knows.

      Never in his wildest dreams did he believe that he would be traveling to the Mid East to confront the King of another country. Will the American government support and assist him? When they don’t, he has to think quickly and figure out what to do with Cindy. Will they bond with each other? And, if they do, how deep will the bond be. Will Larry ever be safe again?

      Larry has the opportunity to become a world leader. Will he step up and face the challenge or go back to Fran?

      CHAPTER 1 - TRIAL AND ESCAPE

      Fran’s ex-husband Bill, who had shot me, and tried to rape and kill my family, went on trial, on Wednesday, September 23, in Superior Court in Santa Fe, New Mexico. His trial was brief, he tried to plead guilty to lesser charges but the DA would have nothing to do with it. There was just too much evidence against him. The charge the DA was going with was attempted murder. There were also charges regarding the bombs that he had made, but we were not interested in them. Just the one charge really concerned Fran and myself. I was surprised when Fran’s Mother and Father showed up for the trial. We set through three days of testimony presented by the DA. On Friday afternoon, we took Fran’s parents with us and went to our cabin.

      Fran’s Fathers name was Peter. Peter and I went on a 4-wheeler ride into the National forest. I showed him the cave where Fran had her accident and nearly died. I showed him the spot where Brandy, his grand daughter had lost control of her bike and had her accident. We rode through several passes, meadows and up several peaks. I found him to be a very likable man to be as rich as he was. Peter really seemed to leave everything behind him, he was having fun. We came to a steep rocky wall. I knew that my bike and I could both make it. I also knew that his bike would make it. I just wasn’t sure about him. So, I decided to pass on the climb. He whistled at me, and pointed to the steep grade. He had spunk about him. I went first and made it to the top. It was probably about a two hundred-yard climb, almost pure rock. When I was about half way up, I began to wonder if I could make it. The grade was about forty-five degrees. I had the bike in low gear and the engine was really straining. I was down to just a few miles per hour. I gave it full throttle and the engine responded. The bike nearly leaped out from under me. I made it to the top, turned around and I parked near the edge.

      I yelled back down to Peter, Wow, that was something, get a good running start at it and keep you’re your engine speed that is your RPM’s up. Don’t try to stop or turn around. Peter backed up about twenty yards and here he came. He looked like he had been riding a 4-wheeler all his life.

      The Polaris bike accelerated hard and hit the rock grade and really dug in. Peter followed my trail, and kept his throttle up and made the climb just fine. When he got to the top, he had a big grin on his face, and really pumped my hand. He said, I do believe that was the most thrilling experience that I have had in a long time.

      I responded, It aint over yet, the fun continues. Let’s go down side by side. I knew that wasn’t smart, but it sounded like fun.

      Peter said, Let’s do it. He edged closer to the grade and was obviously ready to go. I shifted back down into low gear. I let my bike roll forward and we both started down. Both our bikes’ brakes were squealing.

      We both made it to the bottom at the same time. I looked at the sun. It was just about to touch the mountain top, I said, Peter, it has been a blast, but we need to head back, or we are gonna be stuck out here like Fran and I were. Fran and I had gotten lost and injured out here and had to spend the night in a cave. This was before we were married, and caused a lot of problems with our ex-spouses. She had a severely sprained ankle, and I had a dislocated shoulder. We made it back home the next day in a very scary ride.

      Peter just nodded his head. I led the way back down the logging roads and to the dry stream bed. It had a trickle of water in it. I stopped in the middle of the water. I said, Peter when I brought your daughter out of here, and I got to this point, she was laying on the back of my bike here, and I pointed at the rear rack. The water was about a foot deep and I had to drive through this without seeing the bottom. If I had hit a pot hole like that one, and I pointed at one on the other side, we would have turned over, and she would have drowned, we were very lucky!

      Peter complimented me, Knowing you as I do now, I doubt that luck had much to do with it.

      I said, Thank you Peter, that is most kind of you to say.

      We started back up and made it to the old saw mill. We stopped and got off and explored the place a bit. There are about twelve, very old, broken down vehicles around it. He went over each one of them. It looked like he was reminiscing his youth. When we were ready to leave, he motioned that he wanted to talk. He said, Hey Larry, would you consider working for me, I have a particular opening that I think you might like!

      I said, Peter, I would love to work for you, but I don’t need the money and I am already retired.

      Peter came back, It wouldn’t be a real job, you would basically be entertaining customers of mine. On your boat and maybe here at your cabin, you could take them on Elk hunts. I hate to disagree with you, but my daughter says that you could use the money. The job pays really well.

      I thought for a minute then said, Sounds good Peter, can you give me time to talk to Fran about it? If Fran had told her Dad that we needed money I was going to be pissed!

      He said, Of course, now let’s get back to the women.

      We rode back to the cabin, and I started a fire in the fire place. I got out my best bourbon, and fixed Peter and me a drink. Fran said, Now Dad, don’t try to show off and match Larry and get drunk, we have things to do tomorrow.

      We toasted Fran and Sandy, his wife, and downed our drinks. The little cabin was really warming up. We had a second drink, and Fran’s beautiful face scowled at her Dad. Fran set the table for dinner. We had dinner and had another toast, To good health!

      Peter and Sandy went to bed early and Fran and I set in front of the fireplace and discussed her Dad’s offer. I asked her, When did your Dad talk to you about this, and why did you not tell me about it?

      She responded, He asked me this morning if I thought you might be interested in a job, and made me promise to be quiet about it. I know I promised to never lie to you, but I didn’t. It was to be his surprise to you.

      What do you think about it? I asked.

      She said, You know more about it than I do, he told me nothing.

      I told Fran what little her Dad had told me, and she seemed frustrated. She said, Knowing my Dad, there is probably more to it than just entertaining people. We both just stared at the fire.

      About that time, her Dad walked into the room, in his pajamas. Fran was up in a flash and hugged him, and said, What is wrong Dad?

      Peter said, Nothing honey, I just knew that you guys were talking about my job offer and I wanted to answer any questions that you might have. He smiled broadly at his beautiful daughter. He was obviously very proud of her.

      Peter was about ten years older than I was, and was probably the wealthiest man that I had ever met. He had given Fran a quarter of a million dollars in cash, to get Bill, her ex husband, out of trouble a year or so ago. I said, I have two questions, first how many hours a week are we talking about and second, what does it pay?

      He explained the job to us. It involved both of us working for him. We would entertain couples by taking them on the cruiser, or perhaps the man on an elk trip up here, or perhaps just taking the wife shopping. He said that I would have to provide my own security. All expenses would be paid, and we agreed on what the pay would be. It was a lot!

      After he had answered all our questions, Peter went back to bed.

      That’s an unbelievable offer, I said, and added, Can you imagine entertaining someone like an ex-president?

      Fran was all giggly. She loved her father with all her heart and nearly worshiped the ground that he walked on. She said, This might be right up our alley, I just have one problem. My kids, I do not like leaving them with my ex. He doesn’t really take care of them. Her kid’s Father was her first husband. She divorced him when she caught him cheating. Then she married Bill after being single a long time. Then she had divorced Bill and married me. A three-time loser, I liked to call her.

      I replied, In a real pinch, my daughter would take care of them, or we could hire a nanny. I think that falls under the disguise of expenses. Besides, he said, this would only be for once a month or so, no regular hours.

      Fran said, I am not good with decisions, I think you should decide.

      I looked deeply into the fire, and thought hard. I could find very little wrong with his offer. I said, Fran, let’s do it, we could really use the money, and we can’t spend all our time playing, we are going to have to be adults, some of the time.

      The next morning we told him our decision. I hoped we were not making a mistake. It seemed too good to be true. That afternoon we drove over to Taos and let the women shop. Peter and I found a gun show and spent several hours looking at and talking about guns. He was very knowledgeable about most of them. I was impressed with him. Then we found a Cantina and had a few drinks. We walked back to the court yard, and there was Fran and her Mother, sitting on a park bench with a ton of bags. They looked whipped. Peter and I carried the bags back to his car, and put them in his trunk. The four of us then went to a restaurant and had some authentic Mexican food. I had tacos.

      After eating, it was nearly dark so we headed back to the cabin, we wanted to get to bed early as we were going to have an early start to get back to Bill’s trial Monday morning. We were back to the cabin about nine o’clock and all took turns taking a shower and then went to bed. Fran got up and went and set by the fire. I got up and followed her. I said, What’s wrong? She said, I miss the times that you and I would sneak around to see each other.

      I said, Let’s sneak out to Big Red, my pickup, and see what kind of trouble we can get into.

      Fran said, It doesn’t sound near as much fun. It’s cold outside. Let’s just go back to bed and have some fun. She stood up, took my hand and led me back to bed. We had silent" sex. In the near darkness, I made lots of faces at Fran. She giggled and giggled.

      The next morning we were up and gone by seven. We had a two-hour drive to Santa Fe. We got to the courthouse just as the Judge banged his gavel to announce that court had resumed.

      Fran was called next and I was called last. We both answered all the questions fairly and honestly. The defense tried to make it out that Fran was an innocent woman and that I had led her astray. The defense really tried to trip me up on my testimony. I did my best to keep my answers consistent. They had not asked for Brian or Brandy, so we did not bring them. The trial was exciting. I had never been to a serious trial before. Bill really tried to stare us both down when we were on the stand. I smiled at him, as if to say, I won, you lost! He looked like he had lost a lot of weight. I guess jail food did not agree with him. Also, for some reason, he looked a lot tougher. The scowl on his face never changed.

      The defense called its witnesses and the jury went out to determine Bill’s fate. He was found guilty on four counts. I think the fact that we were in the court room just heightened tensions. I must say, it was really cool seeing Bill in hand cuffs and leg chains.

      The Judge sentenced Bill to a maximum of thirty-five years in prison. I was comfortable with his decision. I figured best case, he would get out in eighteen years, by then he would be an old man. He would be at least seventy-six. I no longer had ill will against Bill, just a kidney that barely functioned. Bill had shot me in the stomach and the bullet had nicked a kidney. I had been in the hospital for quite some time, but the doctors had managed to save the kidney. However the kidney barely functioned and I would probably lose it some day.

      It was the end of September and an early snow storm was headed our way. The four of us loaded up and headed south, then back to Arlington. Her parents spent the night with us then drove back to Houston, where they lived. I had really enjoyed being with her parents. I was really happy that they were rich and only had the two daughters. Fran was the oldest. She was thirty-eight. I, on the other hand was fifty-six.

      We picked up Fran’s kids from her ex and then headed back home. Brandy and Brian were both glad to see us. They had heard of Bills conviction and were certain that Fran and I had something to do with it. They would not believe that we had just been observers. We hadn’t but that is what we told them.

      For two weeks everything was quiet. Then her Dad called. He had a job for us. He was spending a week with some clients. They were from New Zealand, and wanted to go to an American nudist beach. He described them as a very nice older couple. He would send his private jet to pick us up, Friday afternoon. We left her daughter Brandy with my daughter. I was really wondering how that was going to work out. But Brandy and Brian really seemed to get along with my daughter quite well. They all seemed to like and respect each other quite a bit. Brian was staying at our house by himself. He just checked in with my daughter once a day.

      We flew to Houston, rented a car, and drove to our cabin cruiser in Galveston. I had not changed the name on the cruiser. It still read the Miss Loretta. Fran looked at the name and made a face at me. I caught her look, and said, Come up with a name and we will use it.

      Fran said, What about if we just called it ‘Brandy’?

      It was my turn to make a face, but then smiled broadly, Sounds okay to me!

      We stopped at a grocery store on the way and bought plenty of food and drinks. Early Saturday morning, here came her Dad with the couple, he introduced us and left fairly quickly. I started the engines up and backed the boat out. We cleared the sea wall and headed out into open water. We made the twenty mile run in just over an hour and pulled up at the private beach. We went and marked our spot at one of the tables and while the couple stripped off and went swimming, Fran and I carried everything down to the table and got a fire going. Fran made some margaritas and I cooked Lobster over the fire. We called the couple back up, and kept our backs to them as they dressed. We ate and then set around the fire for about thirty minutes just getting acquainted. The older man went by Bud and his wife by Grace; I assumed that was their real names. Bud asked us to join them in the water and Fran looked at me. I nodded yes, and the four of us stripped off and went into the surf. Fran brought a beach ball and we all batted it around.

      I noticed that Bud could not keep his eyes off Fran. I suspected that there was no charge for just looking. I was not happy with him looking, but it did not bother Fran.

      I would not say the beach was full of naked people, but you had no problem in seeing others who were nude. It was about six o’clock when we got out of the water. I felt like a prune. I started the fire back up and put some steaks on. We had some skewers with vegetables on them and we all had a nice Texas dinner.

      We watched the Sunset and the Moon rise. It was very romantic. Bud and Grace went back to the boat and both took showers and then went to bed. We stayed on the beach giving them some privacy. Fran and I stripped off and went for a moonlight swim. We played a little grab ass and I picked her up and swung her around. I was trying hard to show her a good time. She smiled and looked so gorgeous in the moonlight. It was nice having her out of her depression.

      We walked naked, back to the boat and took showers and went to bed. I was exhausted. When I went to bed, she was waiting on me. We tried hard to not rock the boat.

      The next morning, Fran and Grace both made breakfast. Bud and Grace wanted to go on one more swim before we headed back. Fran and I obliged them!

      On the way back to the boat dock, they both laid on the front of the boat and fortunately kept their swimsuits on. Back at the dock, Peter was waiting on us. Bud and Grace just raved about the wonderful time that they had. Peter seemed happy. We cleaned up our mess and headed back to the airport. This time we had to fly regular airlines home. Having your own personal jet was nice. We rode in an airport limo back to the Arlington airport and then drove back home. While in the limo, Fran handed me a folded up piece of paper. I slowly unfolded it. It was a check from her Dad for ten thousand dollars. Wow!

      We spent the next two months taking care of Fran’s kids. They are a true handful. Brian is a very big football player, and can be intimidating. Her daughter Brandy is a very beautiful young woman. She takes after her Mother. She always has friends over. Brandy and her girl friends would frequently go swimming in our pool. I was truly amazed at the teeny, tiny bikinis that the girls would wear. They would just parade around in the house with them on. I was supposed to be oblivious to them, but I couldn’t. This distraction put a real strain on mine and Fran’s relationship. For a little while, I did not care.

      It was two months before we heard from her Dad again. This time it was something very unusual. We were to pick up a woman, on Friday afternoon, take her out into the ocean, and bring her back early Monday morning. She was in the Federal Witness Protection Program, and would have two U. S. Marshals with her. They would go with us about five miles out, and then transfer to a harbor police boat and then would meet us Monday morning at the same spot. Real cloak and dagger stuff.

      Fran made a deal with her Dad to have his jet ferry us both ways. He said, Okay.

      The private jet was waiting for us at the Arlington airport, and was ready to go about nine A. M., Friday. We took off right away, and were just leveling out when I asked Fran if she was a member of the mile high club?

      She looked confused and said No, so we became active members. The mile high club is members who have had sex in an airplane flying at over a mile up. It is very exclusive and we were proud to become members. Fortunately, no one caught us.

      We arrived at the Houston airport and rented a car. We drove to Galveston, and while on the way were listening to the news. There had been a prison break in New Mexico, and of course Bill LeBossey was one of the seven men who had escaped. I wondered how such a mild-mannered man had become such a bad criminal. I was not worried about Bill. He was more than six hundred miles away from us. I did not give the escape a second thought.

      The woman arrived with the Marshals about four o’clock, and we fired up the engines. The harbor police followed us out about five miles. The Marshals got off when no other boats were around. I had brought my .308 rifle and my forty caliber semiautomatic hand gun with me. I had them hid under our bed.

      Fran and the woman, a Mrs. Lana Longnecker, seemed to really hit it off. They were about the same age and size. Lana was a very attractive woman also. She was dressed like a big office executive. She looked extremely classy.

      I just kept the boat ship shape and let the two of them do their thing. While going out to sea, they put on bikinis and sunbathed on the front of the ship. They were nice to look at. They both stayed in their bikinis all the time. We went out about twenty miles and tied up to an oil pumping station. I let the two girl’s fish. I cleaned their fish and put them in the freezer. The men on the platform took pictures and movies of us, or I should say the women. To each his own I guess. I wondered what the guys above us must be thinking with an old man like me out with two much younger women. I strutted around like a peacock.

      Friday night, Fran fixed them both drinks, and they both got a little tipsy. Lana began telling us how she had been married to a mob member and he had been killed. She immediately had called the FBI and turned herself in as a witness. She was helping to prosecute the big time mobster that had her husband killed. She seemed like a very nice woman. Was about thirty-five and was very nice looking. Lana had on a red bikini, and Fran had on a white bikini. I would call them red and whitee, when I addressed them. They did not seem to mind.

      I did not have anything to drink, and put them both to bed about midnight. I strapped on my hand gun and set up on the deck. About two in the morning, a speed boat cruised by a little too closely. It really caught my attention. I went downstairs and got my rifle and hand gun. Neither woman woke up.

      The speed boat stopped about a half mile away and went totally dark. I jumped up and set in the Captain’s chair and turned on the radar. I could see the boat in the distance; it was moving very slowly and taking a position up behind us. I got really worried. I did not know whether to stay here or to move out into open water. I got my cell phone and called the number that the Marshals had given me. They said that the coast guard would send a boat out. I gave them our exact location and the number of the oil pumping station that we were tied up to.

      Thirty minutes went by and I could see the speed boat in the glare from the lights of the pumping station. I looked up. There was no one watching us.

      I used my rifle scope and looked at the speed boat. There was a man with a rifle looking back at me. My boat was sitting fairly calmly, the speed boat was moving up and down. The guy did not have a good clean shot at me. I did not know whether to shoot first or give them a first shot.

      The matter was answered for me, when a bullet whizzed by my head and plowed into the upper deck of my boat. I yelled, Fran, get Lana and get down in the bottom of the boat. I knelt at the back of the boat and aimed carefully at the guy and fired one bullet with my 308. The noise was extreme. I knew that would bring the guys on the platform out. It did. One of them started filming the whole thing with a small camera.

      I looked through my scope at the guy and I had missed too. He was aiming at me, so I ducked. Off in the distance I had seen more boat lights. I was hoping that it was the coast guard. I looked through my scope at the lights and it was just another cabin cruiser. What was another cabin cruiser doing out here at night, I figured that it must be with the speed boat. The guy was up again, aiming at me. I ducked down and a bullet plowed into the railing. I was getting nervous. We needed help in the worst way.

      I aimed at the guy, and carefully squeezed the trigger. I was pretty sure that I hit

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