Chapter 20
“Sheriff…?”
Logan blinked. For a moment, he wondered where he was. He was flat out on the ground, eating dirt. His head hurt like hell, and he spit out grit and reached out for his gun on the ground, feeling debris and leaves and twigs, then nothing. He blinked in the darkness. What country was he in? Where was the enemy?
He was sweating and felt a lick of panic up the back of his neck. Something was crawling up his back. The bugs kept him alert, and he hated them; but he sucked it up, not giving anything away. Then he heard it again, something distant—a voice through a phone. He started to sit up, but his head hurt as if someone had split it in two. A flashlight flickered in his eyes.
“Sheriff, are you all right?”
Logan wove as he sat up. Putting his hand on the back of hi
