and gripped her arm. “Let’s move.”
“You think she’ll follow us?”
“Doubtful, but we’re safer in the cabin. What were you thinking, taking off with nothing but a blanket?”
“I was... That you were—”
“Enough. I don’t want to hear any more about how I’m going to kill you. The dehydration is messing with your head.” He stopped and looked deeply into her eyes. “If I wanted you dead, I would have let Smokey eat you for dinner, right?”
True. An assassin wouldn’t have risked his own life to save a mark from a bear, only to kill her later. In LaRouche’s and Harrington’s minds, a dead witness was the best witness, yet Will have saved her twice.
Which meant she’d been abusing this innocent man, Good Samaritan.
Single father.
She sighed as they kept walking.
“Thanks,” she said. “For the bear thing.”
“You’re welcome. I don’t suppose that warrants me knowing your name?”
“Sara.”
“Nice to meet you, Sara. I’d rather you not run off again and get eaten by wild animals on my watch.”
“No promises,” she half joked.
“Ah, you like pushing back for the fun of it,” he teased.
But he’d nailed it. Sara was always pushing, although, not necessarily for fun.
“Why do you think someone wants to harm you?” he asked.
“I witnessed a crime.”
They turned a corner and he stopped short.
“What?” She looked around him.
A man was coming out of the cabin.
“Do you recognize him?” she said.
“No.” He motioned to a nearby tree. “Hide back there. I’ll check it out.”
“It could be dangerous.”
“Or simply a hiker lost in the mountains. Kinda like you.” Will smiled and nodded toward the tree. “Go on.”
“Maybe you should take this.” She offered him the gun.
An odd smile creased his lips. “Thanks, but you keep it.”
She nodded and watched him walk away, shielding herself behind the tree. From this vantage point she could watch the scene unfold, not that she had a great escape plan. Hiking back up the trail meant crossing paths with the bear, but sticking around meant being interrogated by the real assassin, if that’s who the stranger was.
If it was the man hired by LaRouche and Harrington, that meant Will, a single father of two girls, was walking into trouble.
For Sara.
“No,” she whispered, and peered around the tree, wanting to go to him, to tell him not to take the chance.
A gunshot echoed across the property.
And Will dropped to the ground.
Will hit the dirt, thinking Sara had come after him and took her best shot. But that didn’t make sense. She was smart enough to know it was safer where he’d left her, camouflaged by the trees.
Sara might be confused, but she wasn’t foolish.
He struggled to slow the adrenaline rush flooding his body.
“Hey, sorry about that,” a man’s voice said.
Will eyed a man’s hiking boots as he approached.
“I saw a mountain lion and wanted to scare him off.”
Will stood and brushed himself off, irritated both by the hiker’s decision to discharge a firearm and by his own reaction to the gunshot. It was a defense response developed from growing up in a house with a volatile, and sometimes mean, drunk.
“I’m B. J. Masters.” B.J. extended his gloved hand and Will shook it.
“Will Rankin.”
B.J. was in his late thirties, wearing a top-quality jacket and expensive hiking boots. He didn’t seem like an amateur hiker, nor did he seem like the type to be hunting a helpless woman.
“Whoa, what happened?” B.J. motioned to Will’s face.
Bruising must have formed from Sara nailing him with the gun.
“Embarrassing hiking moment,” Will said. “Would rather not go into the details. I noticed you were in my cabin.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” B.J. said, glancing at the ground. “I thought maybe it was abandoned, but once I went inside I saw your things and the fire going. Didn’t mean to trespass.”
“No problem. You on a day hike or...?”
“Yeah, I’m scouting places to hold a retreat for guys at work. I’m with Zippster Technologies out of Seattle.” He handed Will a business card. “I was surprised to see a cabin in this part of the park.”
“A well-kept secret. Where are you headed today?”
“Squawk Point.”
“That’s a nice area,” Will said.
He eyed Will’s cabin. “You rent the cabin through the park website?”
“I do.”
“I wonder how many guys could fit in there?”
“Probably eight to ten,” Will said. “After that it might get a little crowded.”
“Yeah, well, probably not big enough for our team.” B.J. gazed across the field, then back at the cabin. “But a nice area, for sure. Well, thanks for not calling the cops on me for breaking and entering.”
“Actually, I dropped my phone in the creek. Don’t suppose I could borrow yours to call my girls and let them know I’m okay?”
Will figured he’d call SAR.
“Wish I could help you out, but the battery’s dead. This new-model smartphone is worthless.”
“What if you run into trouble?”
“I’ve got a personal locator beacon. Besides, what trouble could I possibly get into out here?” He gazed longingly at the mountain range.
“You’d be surprised,” Will muttered.
“Well, nice meeting you.” B.J. extended his hand again.
“You, too. Have a good day.”
With a nod, B.J. headed for the trail.
Will went to the side of the cabin and pretended to get wood for the fireplace. Once B.J. was out of sight, he’d retrieve Sara and bring her to the cabin. Made no sense letting B.J. know of her presence, especially if the men who were after her questioned random hikers about seeing her.
When he’d found Sara just now, he noted her pale skin and bloodshot eyes. At least she was walking around, and maybe even thinking a little more clearly than before.
That woman was tough, no doubt about it, tough and distrusting.
Will wandered to the side of the property to search for a cell signal. The sooner he could get Sara medical attention the better.
He pressed the power button, but the phone was still dead.
He gazed off into the distance. B.J. was turning the corner, about to disappear from view. Will waited until he could