Page 252 of Affair
Finding some soft grass, he put Rufus down, and kept his voice low.
“You stay here,” he said. “Okay? I’m going to get the asshole heading this way,” he admitted, pulling some rope from his bag.
As he wound it around two trees, that a driver on a quad would have to go through, he only hoped it was dark enough that the guy wouldn’t notice.
As soon as it was strung up, he moved back toward Rufus, and got ready.
When the lights from the quad appeared through the woods, and seemed to come to a stop, he whispered to Rufus.
“Bark,” he said.
Rufus listened, and did. That got the driver’s attention. He floored it, and headed right toward them. Only, he wouldn’t be getting them.
The guy blew through the trees, and was met with a rope at throat level.
It clotheslined him right from the quad.
As soon as the man hit the ground, he was gasping for breath, as the rope crushed his throat.
Moving toward him in the woods, he reached the man, and grabbed his gun.
“That’s for touching my fucking dog,” he said, crouched down next to him. “And this is for trying to hurt the man I love,” he added.
And then used the butt of the rifle to destroy his face, and end his life.
Then, he dragged him by the ankles to a ravine, and shoved him into it. The body rolled to the bottom, and rested in the shadows below.
Well, that was another one down.
Going back over to the quad, he looked for a phone or radio.
Unfortunately, there weren’t any.
The man’s walkie talkie must have fallen off in the leaves, and Gamble knew he didn’t have much time before another might come by.
So, it was time to move.
Picking up Rufus, he carried him to the quad, and used his jacket to hold him bundled up so his leg didn’t move.
Then, he followed his trail markers to where the rocks were.
He’d have to leave Rufus with Poe, and go dump the quad. It was too easily traced and tracked in the woods. He wouldn’t take a chance.
They’d be moving out later tonight.
For a brief moment, he thought about using the quad to escape with Poe, but he wasn’t sure it wasn’t being tracked.
These were mercenaries, and this was their equipment that they had brought in—not Poe’s.
Moving around the woods, he came to a stop every now and again, just to throw off anyone who might be tracking the vehicle.
If he got lucky, they’d be good.
When he screwed with them, he headed deeper into the reservation, making it back to where he stashed Poe.
Turning off the quad, he picked up his dog, and found the entrance to the cave. As soon as he did, he called to his man.
“Poe, it’s me,” he warned so as not to scare the man.
