The convoy behind them never even got time to reverse.
Gunfire erupted from both ridgelines at once, hard and coordinated, bouncing through the canyon in violent echoes that turned direction into a lie. Rock shattered above them. The second truck spun sideways when its rear axle got hit. Men bailed out into dust, trying to find cover where the canyon offered almost none.
It was a kill box.
A perfect one.
Mason cursed, kicked the jammed door open with his shoulder, and hit the ground behind the engine block as rounds snapped across the wash.
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