CHAPTER 58
Kori watchedWyatt work fast with the zip ties from his truck. He jerked Flint’s wrists behind his back and bound them.
“This won’t work.” Flint kept his voice level. “You know that.”
Without responding, Wyatt straightened and jerked Flint toward the bed of his truck. He shoved him inside before climbing in after him. Then he zip tied him to a bar in the back so he wouldn’t be able to run.
It would be a cold ride back, but this was their best option right now. Kori knew that.
Wyatt got behind the wheel. “Everyone, hold on. This might be a rough ride down this mountain. The snow is coming fast, and it’s icy.”
Kori held her breath as he made a five-point turn on the narrow road. As he started forward, his tires spun on the ice.
Finally, the truck found traction.
She released her breath.Thank You!
Kori stared out the window. The visibility was nearly zero, with the snow coming down harder and harder.
The logging road was already different than it had been an hour ago. The snow had softened the ruts and smoothed overthe edges. Kori felt the tires adjusting beneath them with every slight decline.
“If we were up here much longer we might not have made it out,” Wyatt murmured.
Kori watched the road, wanting to believe that the worst was behind them.
Then the snow in front of them thinned, offering a momentary break in the curtain of white.
She sucked in a gasp when she saw what was in front of them.
A line of figures stood across the road. They were shoulder to shoulder, unmoving, and completely blocking the way.
She didn’t need anyone to tell her who they were.
It was The Remnant. The group must have figured out what they were doing and somehow came to block their passage—probably while they’d been tied up with Flint.
Those people didn’t want them to get out of here alive. They had everything to lose . . . and Kori instinctively knew The Remnant wouldn’t back down.
Wyatt stomped on the brakes when he saw the roadblock ahead of them.
Ten people stood across the road in a line.
The message was clear. They weren’t going to let this truck through without bloodshed.
“Wyatt . . .” Kori murmured.
“Everyone, stay calm,” he told them without turning his gaze away from the road.
His thoughts raced.
He could floor it. But he let the thought pass. There were too many people in the truck who could get hurt if that went south. The road was too slick.
He could try to negotiate. But he knew that wouldn’t work.
So what could he do? What was the best option if he wanted to keep everyone safe?
“What are you going to do?” Pete asked.
“Give me a sec . . .” Wyatt stared at the group, thoughts still racing.
