Page 69 of Shelter (The Wanderers 4)

The darker guy still had his gun lifted. “You hiding your sister somewhere? Because you know that’s against the law.”

“Nah. Man. She’s with a group of men. I’m not stupid.”

“You sure about that?” The white guy chuckled. “Traveling alone across this area is pretty fucking stupid.”

Rush shrugged. “I don’t have anything worth stealing and no woman so I’m no harm to anyone. Just looking for my brother. You got any family? I’ve learned people will do just about anything for family.”

Storm pursed his lips. Rush was right about that. And if these two motherfuckers didn’t back off in the next few seconds, Storm was about to show them what he would do for his family.

Storm glanced over his shoulder, praying none of them came out of the hatch right now. He wasn’t sure if these guys knew it existed or not, but he was hoping they didn’t.

“Yeah. I have a brother myself.” The white guy tucked his gun back in his jeans and turned toward the darker guy. “Dude seems harmless. No one else is in the cabin. Let’s get out of here.”

The darker guy hesitated, his gaze narrowed. “What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t. It’s Roger.”

The man kept staring. “Did you know there’s a bounty out for a man with your description?”

Storm’s heart nearly stopped. Fuck.

“Nope. I hadn’t heard that. I’m a pretty generic-looking guy though.”

Thank God, Storm thought.

“You sure you’re not traveling with anyone else? Bounty says five people. White guy, Black guy, and three hostages.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Storm thought he might vomit, and he was shaking so hard it was difficult to keep his gun lifted.

“I haven’t seen that many people in one place in days.” Rush chuckled. “And I sure don’t have any hostages.” He made a sweeping motion with his hands. “Where would I be keeping them?”

The darker man took a step back. “You have one night. We’ll be back here to make sure there’s no trace of you tomorrow, you hear me?”

“Sure. Appreciate it. I’ll get out of here at daybreak. Won’t touch a thing. Just need a roof over my head while I rest.”

“See that you’re gone in the morning,” the white guy repeated.

Storm held his breath as the two of them turned and headed back the way they’d come. His heart was racing as he rubbed his palm on his thigh. “Jesus,” he muttered. He had a lot to learn about the wild Midwest, that was for sure.

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