“Who?”
Her eyes widened, wild with fear. “Sheriff… Dalton Morgan.”
Gunfire cracked through the trees. Sparks flew from rails as bullets ripped branches. Not one, but multiple shooters. Echo launched into the dark, teeth bared, growls tearing through the storm. I returned fire, measured, controlled. Each second counted.
Part 2: Through Snow and Shadows
I pulled her through the timber, boots slipping in thick snow, guiding her along a narrow deer trail I had memorized from previous hunts. Echo stayed at the rear, circling, alert. Minutes felt like hours. Every snap of a branch was a threat, every shadow a potential killer.
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