It was already past midnight when an odd noise came. A clink, then a thud. Patrick slid through the window, hunched over and holding his bleeding side.

He tugged his bandana down, his hat dropping to the side with the force of his backside hitting the ground. His hair was tousled and sweat drenched his forehead. His mind was fuzzy from all of the pain and work he’d done. It wasn’t fatal, but damn did it ache.

At least he was finally home….