20 BROTHERS
Green Mountain, Montana
JAMES HAD BEEN SITTING in the bushes, doing what he did best. He wasn’t trying to kill anyone, slow them down. It was an old, ambush tactic. He knew that if he injured one, it would stop them dead in their tracks. Hopefully, it would also buy him a little time to slip away, unseen. James had set up it up and moved away to a safe distance to wait for his plan to work. Under cover of night, he remained in cover and steadily anticipated their approach.
A half an hour later. Flashlights and low chatter in the background. They were moving straight up the trail, just as James had intended. As he listened and traced the movement of the bright lights, he overheard a woman’s voice.
Female State Trooper Susan Anderson, by all accounts, was a rookie to the fo
