“Yeah, I think so.What’s happening?”
“I think someone is shooting at us.”
He found his phone on the floor where it had fallen out of his pocket and called Crew.
“Someone’s shooting at the farmhouse!”Crew said when he answered.“Fucking paintball pellets.I got hit in the shoulder covering Zara.Are you guys okay?”
“Someone is shooting at us too!”
“Can you get to the house?It’s safer here than the barn, you two are alone.”
“We’ll sneak out the back and run.”
“I’ll be at the door.Ford’s got the shotgun to cover you.”
Tucking his phone into his pocket, he told Fallon to dress quickly as he moved to the window and pulled the edge of the curtain back so he could see.The window was shattered and the curtain was shredded, but beyond that he couldn’t see anything in the darkness.No security lights had been tripped by motion, so whoever was shooting at them hadn’t come close enough to trigger them.
There were more thuds near the window, and then a paintball streaked by him, nearly getting him in the head.He ducked back with a low curse.
“Do you see anyone?”Fallon whispered.
“No.I think it’s my cousin and his herd, though.”
“Not Otto?”
“He doesn’t know where you are.As far as he knows, you’re still at the park.It has to be Colton.”
“Asshole.”
He agreed one hundred percent.
“We’re going to the farmhouse.Stay with me, no matter what.”
“I’m on your butt like glue, I promise,” she said.
He gave her a quick kiss and they hurried to the door.He opened it slowly, listening intently in case one of Colton’s herd members had made it inside and was waiting for them.He didn’t see or hear anyone, so he opened the door more fully and led Fallon down the stairs.He couldn’t believe Colton was causing such a ruckus with so few herd members.
“Ready to run?”he asked, his hand on the side door that was closest to the farmhouse.
“Yes.”
He was worried she’d get hurt, but they were sitting ducks in the barn.
Inhaling deeply, he touched his stallion for speed and strength, gripped Fallon’s hand tightly, and pushed open the door.Eyes on the farmhouse porch, he tried to cover Fallon as much as possible as they raced full tilt to the house.Paintballs zipped by them, splattering against the dirt.One clipped Avi’s arm, stinging sharply.
“Hurry!”Ford shouted, opening the door, rifle in hand and aimed above their heads.
Avi pushed Fallon ahead of him into the house and slammed the door behind them once Ford was inside.
Windows shattered one after the other.Crew hurried them into the kitchen, where Zara and Tatum were standing in their pajamas in the walk-in pantry.“There’s no windows in there,” Grey said.“It’s a safe place.”
Fallon walked in, hugging the females.
“Close the door.We’re going to find Colton and his herd and put a stop to this,” Crew said.
“Be careful,” Fallon said.
“We will be,” Avi promised.The door shut and he turned to his friends.“It has to be Colton trying to draw us out.But they wouldn’t be able to kill us with paintballs, they’re just wreaking havoc.”
