Page 110 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
I’m a nurse, I’ve seen dead people before. But never like this.
I look away.
The Sheriff looks at Trigger.
“What happened?”
“Attempted breach,” Trigger says. “We stopped it.”
Simple.
Clean.
No drama.
The Sheriff nods.
Like he understands exactly what that means.
“Is this what you were telling me about?”
“Yes.”
I wrap my arms around myself.
The house doesn’t feel safe anymore.
Not like it did before.
Trigger turns back toward us.
Decision already made.
“We’re relocating,” he says.
“Where?” I ask.
“The Last Stand Tavern.”
Dylan looks up.
“The Tavern?”
Trigger nods.
“More secure. Saint is there.
We have better security. Better position. If you want to grab a few things, we can leave.”
I hesitate.
Just for a second.
Because leaving feels like giving up.
Then I look at the broken window.
The bullet holes.
