Page 103 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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The second that man smiles…
I know exactly what he is.
Not nervous.
Not desperate.
Confident.
That’s the dangerous kind.
I step fully into the doorway.
Weapon steady.
Body between him and the house.
“Turn around,” I say calmly.
He doesn’t.
Of course he doesn’t.
Instead, two more men step out of the truck.
Positions.
Angles.
They came prepared.
Behind me, I hear Rylie moving.
Quiet.
Fast.
Getting Aspen, Dylan, and Grandpa deeper into the house.
Good.
Exactly where they need to be.
The man tilts his head slightly.
“You’re protecting the wrong thing,” he says.
“No,” I reply.
“I’m protecting exactly the right thing.”
Buddy growls.
Low.
