The Man Who Hated Ned O’Leary (Dig Two Graves #2) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dig Two Graves Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 132512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
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But it was too late.

Fear kicked in again, but when Cole swallowed the anguish blocking his throat like a blob of cold, slimy mud, it wasn't the nearing loss of his life that he regretted. As he stood on the gallows with the rope resting around his neck like a tight collar, he mourned for the life he had not lived. For the young man whose dreams had been crushed, and who didn't get the happy ending he’d wanted, in the Californian sun, with Ned O'Leary at his side.

The real Ned might be a bastard, but he was still here, and as the crowd became noisier, he leaned in, his head pulsing with the sense of impending doom. “We’re about to die. Tell me one more truth before it happens. Please.”

Ned inhaled so deeply the sack hugged his lips. "I never loved anyone but you." His voice broke at the end, and so did Cole’s heart.

How dare he. Why now? Why not tell Cole what he wanted to know?

“I hate—” he stalled as those words left his throat, scraping it bloody, because things like revenge no longer mattered, and with only the trapdoor under Cole’s feet keeping him from leaving this world, his true feelings became painfully clear for once. “I hate that I never stopped loving you, Neddie.”

Ned’s chest rose and fell in a fast sequence, and Cole imagined the old Ned standing alongside him. The one with a smoothly shaven face and the scent of rosemary in his hair. The one who’d held him all night. The one who’d gone against his principles and shot an innocent girl for him. Because regardless of what he’d said to spite Ned, he remembered that terrible night in the barn and the way Ned had carried him off to safety. There had to be some kind of redemption in that.

A howl louder than any wolf could have made resonated somewhere above their heads. Distorted by a kind of echo, it buzzed in Cole’s ears, like an insect trying to drill its way in.

It was as if Beaver Springs had suddenly emptied, but the onlookers were still there, their gazes searching for the origin of the cry coming from somewhere beyond the archway marking the town’s borders. The howls wouldn’t stop, as if a pack of ungodly wolves was about to charge in through the narrow throat of the ravine, but then Cole felt it.

The gallows shook.

Ned turned his head from side to side as the trembling intensified, but Rory didn’t pay him any attention, approaching the sheriff in fast strides.

“Sir? What’s going on—” The words died on his lips, and he put his hand on his forehead as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

With the noose holding him in place, Cole wouldn’t have known what transpired if the thundering hoof beats and mooing hadn’t told him about the approaching horde before the first bull stormed past the wooden archway.

Time slowed down, stretching like taffy.

The crowd of spectators stayed still for a moment too long before creating a stampede of their own, some attempting to climb the rock wall across from the gallows while others ran blindly ahead in search of sanctuary from the herd descending on the town like locusts.

But once the cows entered the ravine, there would be no stopping them.

One of the deep howling sounds Cole had noticed earlier resonated above them, and despite the noose around his neck, he turned just in time to see a horseman, dressed in furs, and with a wolf skull obscuring his face. He made the sound again by howling into a large horn.

“It’s the Wolfman!” Someone yelled, but a saner person pulled them along the road, running from the frantic herd.

“What’s going on?” Ned uttered, but Cole couldn’t bring himself to answer, choking on shocked joy.

He opened his mouth to call out to Lars—the only person who could be hiding behind the mask—but before any sound could have left his mouth, the animals had reached the gallows, which sank forward as the deluge of cattle crashed into it from one side. The floor under Cole’s feet was no longer straight and instead bowed toward the swarming lumps of meat and horn, trembling as if it were about to burst into a cloud of splinters and nails.

The smell of dung and sweat blew into his face with dust rising from under dozens of hooves, but his instincts remained sharp as ever, and he narrowly avoided a horn in his calf by raising his leg high above the herd, which boiled under him like evaporating stew.

Unable to withstand the pressure it hadn’t been made for, the unstable platform shook, threatening to collapse. The trapdoor dropped from under Cole’s feet without warning, and only the quick reflexes of a sharpshooter saved him from choking.

He managed to land one foot on the edge of the opening, but Ned didn’t have such luck. While the change in the angle of the platform didn’t send him to his death immediately, wood escaped from under his feet, and a choked gurgling reached Cole with the force of its desperation.



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