Pissed Off Fired Employees

  

Chapter 1

The Texas sun beat down mercilessly on the Benson Ranch, turning the late afternoon into a furnace that made even the rattlesnakes seek shade. Jake's bare chest glistened with sweat as he rode Rex through the rocky terrain of the northern sector. He'd stripped off his shirt hours ago when the heat became unbearable, leaving it tied around his saddle horn. Sweat dripped steadily from his hat brim, making his eyes sting as he scanned the endless expanse of scrub brush and mesquite.

Billy Jr sat tall in his saddle on his paint mare, Buttercup, looking every inch the cowboy despite being only nine years old. The kid handled that horse better than most grown men, and he'd been riding these trails since he could barely reach the stirrups. His small hands gripped the radio clipped to his shirt pocket.

"Uncle Ray, you find anything in the south pasture?" Billy Jr's voice crackled through the static.

Ray's voice came back tired and frustrated. "Nothing here, Billy Jr. Just that busted water trough we need to fix. Josh, what about you?"

"Negative on the east section," Josh replied, his voice tight with worry. "Dad, you and Pops covering the homestead area?"

Tom's voice came through next: "We've checked the barn, the equipment shed, everywhere around the house. No sign of him or that Ford."

They'd been searching for over three hours now, spread across thousands of acres of scrub brush, mesquite, and rocky outcroppings. The Benson Ranch was massive – big enough that a truck could disappear for days if someone wanted it to.

Jake called out again, his voice hoarse: "Billy!" The sound echoed off the limestone cliffs and died in the heat shimmer. Nothing but the distant lowing of cattle and the relentless buzz of cicadas.

"Maybe Uncle Billy's just messing with us," Billy Jr said, though his young voice carried a note of uncertainty. "He likes to hide and jump out sometimes."

Jake had been thinking the same thing. Billy did love his pranks, especially when it came to making family worry. Maybe he'd driven that old Ford to some hidden spot and was laughing his ass off right now, watching them all sweat bullets in this heat. It would be just like Billy to let them search for hours before popping up with that stupid grin.

But Billy had never missed dinner. Especially not when Mom was making her famous chicken fried steak.

Both horses were lathered, their breathing heavy in the oppressive heat. Jake wiped sweat from his chest with his forearm, the salt stinging a scratch he'd gotten from mesquite earlier.

That's when Jake saw them.

Fresh tire tracks in the dirt, leading away from Billy's usual work area. But these weren't from Billy's Ford – they were wider, deeper. A bigger truck, maybe even two vehicles.

"Billy Jr," Jake said quietly, his stomach dropping. "Come look at this."

The boy guided his horse over, leaning down from his saddle to study the tracks. Even at nine, he could read sign as well as any of his uncles.

"That ain't Uncle Billy's truck," Billy Jr said, his voice small.

Jake dismounted and walked a few yards further. That's when he found it, coiled like a dead snake in the mesquite: cut lengths of rope, the ends frayed and dirty.

His hands shook as he picked up the hemp, his mind racing. Billy wouldn't have rope out here. Not cut rope. Not rope that looked like it had been used to tie something. Or someone.

"Uncle Jake?" Billy Jr's voice was scared now. "What's that?"

Jake looked up at his nephew – this tough little cowboy who'd bagged his first buck last season, who worked that John Deere mower to earn spending money, who could rope a calf better than kids twice his age. Right now he just looked like a frightened child.

"Billy Jr," Jake said, his voice steady despite his racing heart. "I need you to hit the red alert button on that radio. Right now."

Billy Jr's eyes went wide. The red alert was only for emergencies – real emergencies. It would ring at both the Benson and Nelson ranches, alerting everyone that something was seriously wrong.

The boy's small finger found the red button and pressed it. Immediately, an alarm tone echoed through the radio, followed by Billy Jr's clear, scared voice:

"Red alert, red alert. This is Billy Jr in the northern sector with Uncle Jake. We found tire tracks that ain't Uncle Billy's truck and... and cut rope. Uncle Jake says..." He looked up at his uncle, his voice breaking. "Uncle Jake says someone took Uncle Billy."

The radio crackled with shocked voices all talking at once before Tom's voice cut through: "Everyone converge on Billy Jr's position. Now. Sarah, call Sheriff Nelson and tell him we need him and his deputies out here immediately. This is not a drill."

Jake stared at the rope in his hands, then at the tire tracks disappearing toward the horizon. His little brother – the kid who'd been like a twin to him – was gone. And someone had taken him.

Chapter 2

The red alert tone was still echoing across both ranches when Sheriff Wade Nelson's voice crackled through the radio from the main house.

"Horse, Ryan – get to Billy Jr's position in the northern sector. Full evidence collection. I'm coordinating from the Benson house." His voice was tight, controlled. "This is now a kidnapping investigation."

Jake stood holding the cut rope, sweat still dripping from his bare chest, watching his family converge on their position. Tom and Ray came from the south in Tom's pickup, while Josh roared up from the east on his ATV. Pops arrived last, driving slowly but deliberately in his old Chevy, his weathered hands steady on the wheel.

Billy Jr sat on Buttercup, still clutching his radio, looking smaller now that the adults had arrived. The weight of what he'd reported was settling on his young shoulders.

Deputies Horse and Ryan Nelson arrived within minutes, emergency lights flashing. Horse immediately began unpacking evidence collection gear while Ryan started photographing the tire tracks before the wind could disturb them.

"Jake, walk me through exactly what you found and when," Horse said, his voice professional despite the fact that this was about his little sister's boyfriend.

Jake recounted the discovery while Horse made plaster casts of the tire tracks. The rope went into evidence bags, photographed from every angle. Ryan found more disturbed earth, boot prints, signs of a struggle.

"Two vehicles, maybe three men based on the boot prints," Ryan reported into his radio. "They knew what they were doing – grabbed him fast and got out."

Pops stood silently, studying the scene with the tactical eye of a man who'd spent years in jungle warfare. Finally, he spoke: "This wasn't random. They watched him, learned his routine."

Wade's voice came through the radio, sharp and commanding: "All family members, all deputies – converge on the main house immediately. Full Red Alert protocol is now in effect."

Tom's jaw tightened. They all knew what that meant. Pops had drilled it into them when he'd installed the advanced radio network – total lockdown, armed defensive positions, treat every unknown contact as hostile.

As they loaded into vehicles and headed back, Wade's voice crackled through the radio one more time, using words that chilled everyone who heard them:

"All personnel – gun up. This is not a drill."

Jake had always thought Pops was paranoid, drilling them on tactical procedures like the ranch was still a firebase in Vietnam.

Now he understood. The old soldier had been right all along.

Chapter 3

Billy's head throbbed as consciousness slowly returned. The last thing he remembered was driving shirtless toward the Nelson ranch to see Edna, windows down, radio blaring. Then nothing until the rough hemp rope cutting into his wrists behind his back.

The barn smelled of old hay and motor oil. Dust motes danced in shafts of late afternoon sunlight streaming through gaps in the weathered boards. His ankles were bound tight and connected to his wrists, forcing him into an uncomfortable hogtied position on the dirt floor.

Three men stood nearby, arguing in rapid Spanish. Billy blinked hard, trying to focus through the pain in his skull.

"¿Está despierto?" (Is he awake?) The youngest one pointed at Billy.

"Sí, mira sus ojos." (Yes, look at his eyes.) The tallest brother walked over and nudged Billy with his boot. "Oye, rico. ¿Puedes oírnos?" (Hey, rich boy. Can you hear us?)

Billy's high school Spanish came flooding back – most of it anyway. He'd failed the class junior year, but some words stuck. Rich boy. He could understand that much.

"Por favor..." Billy started, his voice hoarse. "No sé... why you..." He struggled with the words. "¿Por qué estoy aquí?" (Why am I here?)

The middle brother laughed bitterly. "Habla español como un bebé." (He speaks Spanish like a baby.)

"Listen, gringo," the tall one switched to broken English. "Your brother Josh, he no pay us for work. Three weeks we work, he give us nothing."

Billy's heart jumped. This was about Josh? About ranch work?

"Wait, wait," Billy said, trying to stay calm. "Josh will pay you. He's good for it. Mi hermano... he's good man. Just... just untie me and we talk to him, okay?"

"¡Mentiroso!" (Liar!) the youngest spat. "He throw us away like basura." (trash)

Billy tried again, his Spanish getting more desperate. "No, no es verdad. Josh... él pagará. He will pay! Por favor, let me call him. He fix everything, I promise!"

The brothers exchanged glances. For a moment, Billy thought he was getting through to them.

"Necesitamos más dinero ahora," (We need more money now) the tall one said to his brothers. "No solamente nuestro sueldo." (Not just our wages.)

"¿Cuánto?" (How much?) the middle brother asked.

"Veinticinco mil." (Twenty-five thousand.)

Billy caught enough of that to understand. Twenty-five thousand. His stomach dropped.

"No, no, that's too much!" Billy struggled against the ropes. "Josh doesn't have that kind of money just sitting around! Please, just take me home and we'll work this out!"

"Cállate, rico." (Shut up, rich boy.) The youngest brother pulled out his phone. "Vamos a tomar las fotos ahora." (We're going to take the photos now.)

Billy's panic spiked. "Photos? No! Listen to me! ¡Escúchame! Josh will pay what he owes you, but not like this! ¡No así!"

But they weren't listening anymore. Billy kept struggling against his bonds, trying to sit up, trying to get away.

"¡Quédate quieto!" (Stay still!) the middle brother shouted, and kicked Billy viciously in the side.

The pain exploded through Billy's ribs like lightning. He screamed, the sound echoing off the barn walls, and tried to curl into himself. The middle brother kicked him again, harder, and Billy heard something crack. White-hot agony shot through his chest with every breath.

"Ya basta de hablar." (Enough talking.)

Through his tears of pain, Billy watched helplessly as they brought more rope. The tall brother grabbed his upper arms, wrapping cord tightly around each one above the elbow, then connecting them with rope that kept his arms locked six inches apart behind his back. Every movement sent fire through his broken ribs.

The youngest brother raised his phone as the tall one shoved a dirty rag into Billy's mouth, tying it tight behind his head. Billy's muffled sobs came out as desperate, choked sounds.

The camera clicked. Again and again.

Billy stared at the lens through tears of agony and terror, each breath a struggle with his broken ribs. He was no longer the optimistic kid who'd thought he could talk his way out of anything.

These men weren't interested in fair solutions. They wanted revenge, and he was going to pay for Josh's mistake with more than money.

The darkness at the edges of his vision finally claimed him, and Billy passed out from the pain.

Chapter 4

The Benson ranch house had been transformed into a tactical command center. Wade Nelson sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by radio equipment, his laptop open, and a trace-ready phone system that Horse had quickly rigged up. Maps of Kings County were spread across Sarah's dining room table, marked with grid coordinates and potential hiding spots.

"They'll call," Wade said grimly, checking his equipment for the third time. "Kidnappers always want to negotiate. When they do, we'll have them."

The Texas Rangers were on their way – Wade had called in every favor he had. Captain Martinez knew Wade from their days working border patrol together. This was still Wade's jurisdiction, but he wanted backup that could handle whatever they found.

The house buzzed with tense energy. Tom paced the living room, checking his sidearm every few minutes. Ray worked his phone, calling ranch hands to set up perimeter watches. Josh stood by the window, jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists as he stared out into the darkness.

In the kitchen, Mary Nelson held Sarah's hands while both women tried not to cry. "Billy's strong," Mary whispered. "He's a fighter."

"I should have made him stay closer to the house," Sarah sobbed. "He's just a baby."

Edna Nelson sat curled in the window seat, tears streaming down her face. She kept checking her phone, hoping for some message from Billy that would make this nightmare go away.

The worst argument was happening in the hallway. Billy Jr stood toe-to-toe with his mother Rebecca, his young voice cracking with fury.

"I'm going with them when they find Uncle Billy!" he shouted. "I have my own gun and everything!"

"You're nine years old!" Rebecca snapped back. "You're staying here where it's safe!"

"Uncle Billy would come for me! I ain't staying behind like some baby!"

"Billy Jr, you listen to your mother," Josh started, but his son spun on him.

"I'm going to help find Uncle Billy! You can't stop me!"

"Like hell you are," Josh snarled. "You're staying put."

That's when Tom's phone buzzed with an incoming message.

"Wade," Tom called out, his voice strange. "We got something."

Everyone crowded around as Tom opened the message. The first photo appeared on his screen, and Sarah screamed.

Billy, shirtless and bound, his face twisted in pain and terror. Rope wrapped around his body, a gag in his mouth, his eyes wide with fear. More photos followed, each one worse than the last.

Then came the mechanical voice message, cold and robotic: "We have your boy. Twenty-five thousand dollars cash. We will call tomorrow with instructions for drop-off. No police, no FBI, no tricks, or Billy dies. You have twenty-four hours."

The room erupted in chaos. Sarah collapsed into a chair, wailing. Edna began sobbing uncontrollably. Tom swore and reached for his gun.

"Goddamn bastards!" Josh exploded, punching the wall. "I'm going to kill every one of them!"

Ray suddenly went white as a sheet. "Oh God," he whispered. "I know who this is."

"QUIET!" Wade's command voice cut through the panic. "Everyone shut up! Ray, talk to me."

"Those Mexican workers," Ray said, his voice shaking. "The ones Josh fired three weeks ago. They said they'd worked other ranches, but they were... I think they might be illegals. They were desperate for the money."

"Son of a bitch!" Josh roared. "Those fucking wetbacks! I'm going to skin them alive!"

Horse was already at his equipment. "I've got a signal trace on the message. Triangulating now..."

The room held its breath as Horse worked his magic with cell tower data and GPS coordinates.

"Got them," he announced. "Fifteen point seven miles northeast of here." He sent the coordinates to everyone's phones. "Looks like that abandoned Hendricks place near Willow Creek."

Just then, headlights swept across the front windows. The Texas Rangers had arrived – three vehicles, six men, all business.

Captain Martinez strode in, shook Wade's hand. "Wade. Bad situation?"

"Local boys took one of ours for ransom. Illegal Mexican workers that one of our ranchers fired without pay. We've got their location."

Martinez nodded grimly. "We need to call ICE. If they're undocumented, that changes the dynamic. These guys are desperate – they can't exactly file a lawsuit for unpaid wages."

"Already on it," Wade said, pulling out his phone. "But we're not waiting. Billy could be hurt bad, and every hour we wait..."

"It's your county, your jurisdiction," Martinez agreed. "We're backup. What do you need?"

Wade looked around the room at the faces of two families who'd become one through marriage, love, and now tragedy.

"We're going to get Billy back," he said simply.

Twenty minutes later, the convoy was ready to move out. Wade's truck led, followed by the Rangers, then the family vehicles.

Billy Jr had won his argument – sort of. He rode with Pops and Jake in the old Chevy, but his rifle had been locked in the gun safe. Instead, he clutched his radio and iPhone, watching the GPS dot that marked where his uncle was being held captive.

"We're coming, Uncle Billy," he whispered into the darkness. "We're coming."

Chapter 6

The convoy moved through the darkness like ghosts, headlights extinguished, using night vision and GPS coordinates to navigate the rough terrain toward the abandoned Hendricks place. Wade's voice crackled softly through the radios: "Radio silence from here on out. Hand signals only."

Billy Jr crouched in the back of Pops' truck with Jake, whispering into his radio to the women back at the house. "We're about a quarter mile out now, Mom. I can see the old barn."

Rebecca's voice came back, tight with worry: "You stay back like you promised, Billy Jr. You hear me?"

"I hear you, Mom."

The Texas Rangers deployed first, moving like shadows through the mesquite and scrub brush surrounding the dilapidated barn. Captain Martinez positioned his two sharpshooters – Rangers Thompson and Garcia – on a ridge with clear sight lines to the building. The third Ranger, Rodriguez, hung back with multiple equipment packs strung across his shoulders, field medical gear at the ready. He didn't know if he'd be treating kidnappers, the victim, or both.

That's when they heard it – a scream that cut through the night air like a knife.

Billy Jr's whisper was urgent: "Mom, they're hurting Uncle Billy. We can hear him screaming."

Through their rifle scopes, Rangers Thompson and Garcia could see into the barn through gaps in the weathered boards. What they saw made their blood run cold.

"Jesus Christ," Thompson whispered into his radio. "They've got him strung up. They're beating him with sticks."

Wade crawled up to the ridge position, took Thompson's scope, and saw his worst nightmare confirmed. Billy hung from the rafters like a broken doll while three men took turns striking him with makeshift clubs.

Another scream echoed across the darkness.

"Take the shots," Wade whispered into his radio. "All three. On my mark."

The Rangers sighted their targets through the barn walls. Wade held up three fingers, then slowly lowered them one by one. On zero, he nodded.

Three rifle shots cracked simultaneously through the night.

"All three down!" Thompson reported.

The rescue team rushed the barn, Wade leading with his shotgun ready. But the threat was over – all three kidnappers lay motionless on the dirt floor.

"Get him down! Careful!" Wade shouted as Jake and Pops rushed to where Billy hung unconscious from the rafters.

They cut the ropes with trembling hands, Jake catching his brother's broken body as gently as he could. Billy's arms hung at unnatural angles, his chest barely rising and falling.

Billy Jr ran into the barn despite orders to stay back, dropping to his knees beside his uncle. "Uncle Billy! Uncle Billy, can you hear me? Talk to me, please! It's me, it's little Billy!"

Ranger Rodriguez was already there, dropping his equipment packs and establishing an IV line, pushing pain medication with practiced efficiency. "Multiple fractures, possible internal bleeding. We need that medevac helicopter here now!"

As the morphine took effect, Billy's eyes fluttered open for just a moment. Through the haze of pain and drugs, the first face he saw was Billy Jr leaning over him, tears streaming down the boy's cheeks.

"Hey... little man," Billy whispered, managing the faintest smile before his eyes closed again.

Billy Jr grabbed his radio, his voice cracking with joy and terror: "Mom! Mom! He woke up! He woke up and he called me little man! Uncle Billy's alive!"

Then the helicopter's rotors filled the air, and they were lifting him toward the trauma center, racing against time to save the boy who'd survived hell but wasn't out of danger yet.

The nightmare was over, but Billy's fight for recovery was just beginning.

Epilogue

Ten days later, Billy came home.

The wheelchair looked strange next to the familiar sight of his old Ford truck, but the smile on his face was the same as always. His legs were encased in casts from his ankles to his knees, and his left arm was immobilized from shoulder to wrist. His right arm was free, showing only the rope burns that were finally starting to heal.

Jake and Tom carefully lifted the wheelchair from the truck and wheeled Billy through the crowd that had gathered at the Benson ranch house. All the Bensons and Nelsons were there, along with Captain Martinez and the Rangers who had saved his life.

Sarah and Rebecca had been cooking all day, filling the Benson house with the smells of home. Over at the Nelson place, Mary and Edna had done the same. Prime rib, all the sides, desserts spread across both tables. Pops manned the BBQ with Wade, the two old warriors finally finding something to smile about.

Edna broke from the crowd and ran to Billy, planting a long, sensuous kiss right on his lips. The men immediately started yelling "KISS! KISS! KISS!" while Sarah, Rebecca, and Mary stood with their arms crossed, fuming.

Jake handed Billy a cold beer. "Just one," he said with a grin.

Billy chugged it down while the men taunted him: "ONE MORE! ONE MORE!"

Sarah appeared with a wooden spoon in her hand, waving it menacingly. "The one who gives him one more will have a sore butt!"

That's when little Billy Jr came over, carrying something wrapped in brown paper.

"Uncle Billy," he said shyly, "I made this for you in wood shop."

Billy unwrapped it carefully with his good hand. It was a wooden plaque with jagged, natural edges, sanded smooth and shiny. Burned into the wood in careful letters were the words: "Uncle Billy My HERO. Billy."

Billy stared at it for a long moment, then pulled his nephew close with his good arm. "Thanks, little man. This is the best gift I ever got."

"And Uncle Billy," little Billy Jr added excitedly, "I moved my bed into your room so if you need anything I'm there!"

Billy's eyes misted over. "The best company a man can ask for."

The evening went on with stories, laughter, and the kind of family warmth that made the nightmare of ten days ago seem like it happened to someone else. As the sun set over Kings County, Billy finally yawned.

"I think I need to hit the sack," he said.

His brothers gathered around his wheelchair, looking at his casts and each other with puzzled expressions.

"How exactly," Jake asked, scratching his head, "do we put you in the sack?"

The laughter that followed could be heard all the way to the Nelson ranch, where it belonged.

THE END