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Not a coincidence.
Not tonight.
I cleared the porch steps in a single jump.
Behind me, the house exploded into motion.
Doors opening.
Lights flashing on.
Voices shouting.
Hank.
The boys.
Everyone.
But I was already halfway across the yard.
The pasture gate stood open.
Wide open.
My pulse surged.
It had been closed an hour ago.
I'd checked.
Personally.
The horses were running.
Panicked.
Circling.
Something had spooked them.
Or someone.
I drew my weapon.
Kept moving.
Fast.
Silent.
Focused.
The moonlight spilled across the grass.
The wind shifted.
And suddenly I saw it.
