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Gerald nodded.
His eyes never leaving the ranch.
Never leaving Sadie's window.
"Yeah."
Very soon.
Later That Night
Far below, Wolf Maddox walked the perimeter.
Alert.
Watchful.
Professional.
The Ranger paused.
Looked toward the ridge.
Frowning.
For a second, he felt something.
A sensation.
The feeling of being watched.
His instincts stirring.
Wolf studied the darkness.
The trees.
The hillside.
Then slowly rested his handon his sidearm.
Because after years in Special Operations...
He had learned something important.
When your instincts start talking?
You listen.
And right now...
They were screaming.
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WOLF
Something was wrong.
