Chapter one: Missing Twin.
"Where is she!?" The sheriff grabbed a chair and violently threw it into the wall making it shatter into splinters.
A deafening silence followed. He leaned over the his kitchen table bracing himself with his arms, and hung his head.
It had been a week since his twin had gone missing.
"Woody-"
He ignored the soft voice and turned away.
The soft voice came again "Listen to me." gentle fingers slid under his chin turning his head and forcing him to look up into the deep blue eyes of his wife.
"Jessie would not want you to be behaving this way, she needs you right now."
Hearing his twin sisters name, he closed his eyes in pain.
"We will find her, trust me." Came from her voice of reason.
Sighing Woody rubbed his tired eyes. He had not slept the whole time she had been missing .
"You're right Bo I'm sorry."
Bo kissed his forehead and placed a cup of black coffee in his shaking hands.
"I know you won't eat, but please drink some of this. Maybe it will clear your mind."
Woody stared at the black steaming liquid sadly. Slowly he closed his eyes and took a sip. Bo came up behind him and leaned her head on his shoulder, rubbing his arm.
"Better?" she questioned.
Woody nodded numbly with his eyes still closed.
" I miss her too." Bo said quietly.
Bo stared out the window deep in thought. The house was so quiet without her there. No boots stomping down the stairs, No yodeling coming from the shower, No fire alarm going off due to the breakfast stove. Silence.
Bo had grown up with no family of her own and when she married Woody, her new sister in law was a gift from above, accepting her right away. The little shepherdess had always wanted a family, especially a sister.
Bo missed Jessie terribly if they didn't find her soon, her husband was going to go insane. He spent every waking moment out looking for her yielding no results. She hugged him tighter.
Even though it had only been a week she could feel Woodys frame was thinner, even frail. He was slipping away from her and all she could do was watch him waste away. She couldn't lose them. Not when she was about to welcome a new member of the family.
She looked down at her flat stomach. She hadn't told anyone yet, she wanted the first person to tell was Jessie.
"Woody what if she doesn't come home?" She asked in a shaky voice trying to hold back tears that would only destress Woody even further.
Woody, on the other hand didn't answer.
He refused to let those thoughts cloud his mind and distract him from finding him his other half.
The sun climbed higher in the morning sky, they stood there like that comforting each other until their hound dog Buster started howling from their porch.
"Sir! sir! Sheriff Woody! A young man called out as he ran up the song dirt driveway.
"Is that Slinky?" Bo stepped away from woody to lean out the window.+
"We're in the kitchen slinky!" Bo called out.
Slinky, A gangly teen, more boy than man, made his way up the porch and ran into the kitchen.
"What is it Slink?" Woody demanded.
Huffing and puffing, The dark brown Indian was covered in dirt and dust, sweat was making trails down his neck and his hair stood on end, windblown from riding his mare frantically all the way to their house.
The coffee mug Woody was holding shattered as it hit the floor.
Bo gasped.
In slinkys hands was a bright red cowgirl hat with yellow trim.
"Where?" Woody said darkly.
"The entrance to the canyon."