CHAPTER 29He was trampling dry brush under his boots as he advanced toward the cave, a rifle dangling from one hand.
Tall, thin, young. And careless.
I didn’t know him, but he had to be one of the other two members of the gang. The one still unaccounted for could be nearby.
There was nothing purposeful in the manner of this one’s approach. It was just a routine check of the surrounding terrain.
Keeping flat to the ground, I snaked backward and to my left. Then I stood up and braced my back against the wall to one side of the cave’s mouth.
He was tall enough to have to duck his head when he came in past me. There was only one way to be sure he couldn’t let out a yell. I clamped my right forearm across his throat and swung behind him with my left hand grabbing the back of his head and m
