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Waiting.
I stared at it.
For a long moment.
Then I looked back through the binoculars.
Beast had pulled Sadie close.
His head bent toward hers.
She laughed again.
Something inside me snapped tighter.
Not all the way.
Not yet.
But close.
I picked up the gun.
Checked the magazine.
Set it back down.
Not today.
Today, I watched.
Today, I learned.
Beast left the ranch around eight every morning.
Wolf came by around ten.
Trigger showed up most afternoons.
The sheriff drove past twice a day.
Sadie’s dad stayed near the barn until lunch.
The ranch hands took breaks behind the equipment shed.
Everyone had a pattern.
Everyone had a weakness.
I wrote it all down in a small notebook.
Times.
Names.
Vehicles.
