Page 102 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Deep.
Warning.
Dylan looks at him.
“What is it?”
Buddy stands.
Moves toward the door.
Hackles raised.
The sound comes next.
A vehicle.
Slow.
Approaching.
Trigger’s voice cuts through the quiet.
“Inside. Now.”
No hesitation.
No question.
We move.
Fast.
The truck doesn’t stop at the road this time.
It pulls straight into the driveway.
My heart starts pounding.
Dylan grabs Buddy.
Rylie pulls Grandpa back.
Trigger steps into the doorway.
Weapon drawn.
The truck door opens.
A man steps out.
Calm.
Too calm.
He looks straight at me.
And smiles.
“You have something that belongs to us,” he says.
