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“Later, we’re going to have to head out. I’ll stash the quad where we can get to it. Then, we’ll ride it out later when they settle down. If it’s still there, then they likely aren’t tracking it.”
That worked for him.
Poe just wanted to get somewhere safe.
“Please be careful,” he warned.
Gamble smiled.
Oh, he had nothing to worry about. Now that it was pitch black under the canopy of trees, this was his preferred terrain.
“I’ll be back,” he said.
Then, he walked into the shadows of the grotto, and headed out, once more, leaving Poe alone.
Well, this time, he had Rufus, so that was a little better.
Carrying him over to the small fire, he placed him softly on the ground, and dug through the pack. He found a blanket, and used the knife Gamble gave him to cut a few strips. Then, he got some of the wood in the pile, and looked at the dog.
“You’re not going to like this, Rufus, but we have to get this splint on your leg. I’m sorry they hurt you,” he offered.
He sat beside his dog, and saw the wounds on his body from burns.
That made him sick because he knew what they would be. That this poor animal had been hurt broke his heart. He made the silent vow that no one would hurt him again.
“I don’t know what these animals want,” he said, “but Gamble will find out and keep us safe,” he offered. “Then, we’ll be okay.”
And he hoped they would be.
All of their lives were now relying on how well Poe had done healing the damaged man.
If there was ever a time to have done his job right, this was that time.
It was a matter of life or death.
Chapter Seventeen
The Swamp
Clint Rust’s Cabin
The mercenaries outside appeared to have an endless supply of bullets, and they were sitting ducks in that cabin. They were pinned down, and unless they did something, and soon, the chances were they weren’t getting out of the swamp.
Alive.
For The Hunters, it was do or die time, and it was time to lean into their biggest assets.
The element of surprise.
Unfortunately, Jagger couldn’t move, since he was protecting his wife from the gunfire—and equally as important, his unborn child.
Oh, and he wasn’t moving until the bullets stopped flying.
“Jinx, can you get to the back door?” he asked as a bullet went by his face a little too close for his comfort.
She nodded, and began rolling, right toward the door to get back outside.
Zayn couldn’t let her do it alone.
