Lost and Found Part 1

Chapter 1

Ham's Perspective

    "What's wrong, Ham?" asks Jim. "What do you see? You know my eyes are bad."

    "Exactly! I don't need you getting hurt because of your partially-blind ass. You go inside—now!" I say forcing Jimmy out of the truck.

    "Are you sure you don't need me?" Jim is very concerned.

    "No! Now, go inside!" I reprimand.

    Once he is in the house with our crew, I step inside my truck and speed out into the desert.

    "I definitely saw someone in this field." I think to myself.

    Once I arrive, I carefully walk around scanning the grass, only to see a young black girl wearing fishnets that are torn, black heels, and a torn dress. She looks to be either an exotic dancer or an escort of some sort. One side of her face is slightly swollen and her lip has a deep gash. I gently touch her arm and she jumps. When she slowly turns to face me I realize she is a dancer at the local strip club.

    "Who are you? What do you want from me?" She asks in a frightened tone.

    "I am a good guy, baby-girl." I state softly. "You're in good hands—"

    Suddenly, I hear shots being fired. I jump down and cover the girl while carefully looking around to see where the shots are coming from.

    "What the hell do they want?" I snap.

    One shot hit me, but it passes through my arm.

    "Shit!" I gasp immediately grabbing my arm. The girl moans out in pain and turns over on her side. 

    The guy who shot me runs toward us and I shoot him in his chest, twice with my .357 magnum. The guy drops instantly and I kick him to see if he is dead.

"Damn." I sigh. "What the hell was all of this about?"

    "You're bleeding." She states hoarsely while pointing to my arm.

    "I'm fine. It's a flesh wound." I laugh. "I am going to get you out of here, girl."

    I jog back to my truck and open the trunk. I grab a  massive blanket and first aid kit.

    "You will be staying with me for a little while if that's alright?" I question holding her head up.

    Her eyes fill with tears but she swallows and nods her head.

    "This may sting but you don't want an infection," I state while cleaning her wounded lip.

    She doesn't say a word but is compilable to me. I grab some iodine, gauze, and a large bandage for the cuts on her face.

    "I will be as gentle as possible, okay?" I ask softly. She nods her head and I notice a weak smile.

When I am finished bandaging her wounds, I wrap her in the big blanket I found in my truck and pick her up. I walk us to my truck and gently lay her down in the front passenger seat.

    "Do you have a name?" I ask.

    "Ezra Phillips." She answers softly in a scratchy hoarse voice.

    "How old are you?" I ask in a curious tone.

    "I'm twenty-four. Are you a pimp or undercover cop?" She asks in a concerned manner.

    "No, no," I state trying to calm her down. "I am a good guy."

    She sighs and moans holding her side.