Page 283 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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The farm is dark.
Too dark.
No lights.
No movement.
No sound.
But that doesn’t mean it’s empty.
I kill the engine.
The vehicle behind us follows.
Silence drops fast.
Heavy.
Controlled.
“Hold,” I say.
No one moves.
Not yet.
Because this?
This is where people get sloppy.
This is where people die.
I step out first.
Scan.
Tree line.
Fence.
Barn.
There.
My focus locks onto it immediately.
The barn.
Old.
Weathered.
Shadowed.
