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Lonestar
Ch. 1
The man stood there waiting. He felt like his heart would jump right out of his chest. He could see the airplane in the distance. He shifted from one foot to the other, watching the plane descend from the sky. The sun beat down on him relentlessly. The small plane hit the runway with a bounce and slowly came to a stop pulling up to the small airport entrance. Two teenage boys ran out of the terminal to unload the luggage from the back of the plane. The plane's door opened and another boy pulled the steps down. Men in business suits and women in beautiful dresses climbed out.
As soon as the final passengers got off the plane. The man grabbed a small duffle bag from the back of his truck and walked toward the airplane. A stewardess stuck her head out of the plane scanning the field. Her eyes met his and he nodded. She nodded back and smiled sweetly. Has he climbed into the airplane his heart started beating faster, his stomach was in his throat.
"Are you Sheriff Hutchison?" The stewardess asked.
"Yes I am." The man said looking around trying to adjust his eyes to the dim lighting.
"Good we weren't sure if anybody would come. He's still asleep in the back, the nurse gave him something before we took off." she said pointing toward the back of the plane.
"Thank you. We'll be a few minutes." he said heading toward the back.
"Take your time, Sheriff." she called behind him. As he walked toward the back of the plane he passed a nurse sitting in a seat. She whispered a 'Hello" to him and he nodded at her. The nurse's eyes were sad, she felt awful for both of these men.
The man lost his breath when he saw him, his hand shooting out and grabbing a head rest as his legs buckled beneath him.
David Michael Starsky
His best friend.
His former partner.
The one he left behind.
He was strapped in the seat a blanket was wrapped around his body. His chin touching his chest, his eyes were closed and he breathed in an easy manner. His once black curly locks were shaved close to his head.
He wanted to jump up and down at the sight of his friend. But he couldn't. This wasn't how he wanted to see his friend. He walked up slowly and kneeled in front of him.
"Hey Starsky," Hutch whispered putting his hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly, "It's me Hutch."
Starsky didn't move. Hutch lifted Starsky's chin and looked at him, his face was pale and gaunt, his eyes shrunken into his face. Hutch stared at him unaware of the tears running down his face.
This is my fault.
Hutch thought.
"Starsky I promise I'll make it all better." Hutch said out loud as he pulled Starsky into a gentle hug.
I promise.
He repeated to himself holding his best friend in his arms.
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