Wolf nodded slowly.
“Who he talks to.”
“Exactly.”
Because Gerald would make mistakes.
Men like him always did.
They got angry.
They got careless.
They got desperate.
And desperate men left trails.
I looked back toward the ranch house.
Sadie stood in the kitchen window.
Watching me.
Trusting me.
I lifted one hand.
She lifted hers in return.
Then I turned toward my truck.
Wolf and Trigger followed.
Gerald had spent years believing Sadie was alone.
He had spent one night believing he could sneak onto her ranch.
Now he was going to learn something different.
He was not the hunter.
He was the thing being hunted.
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GERALD
The cabin smelled like dust.
Mold.
Old wood.
Failure.
I hated it.
The mattress sagged in the middle.
