“I don’t get it,” one of the ranch hands said as he moved around one of the dead cows. “You see this? This isn’t your typical rifle. It was a high-powered rifle used more for military purposes. No kid is going to get that for Christmas.”
Ethan frowned at the man talking. “How do you know?”
“I was in the army for twenty years, a sniper. If you look at the markings on the bullet you can tell a silencer was used. Whoever did this, didn’t want you to find it right away.” The man held a bloody bullet in his hand after digging it out of the head of one of the cows.
“s**t. I don’t like this, Ethan. Call Matt. Tell him to get to the house,” Caleb said, already breaking into a run toward one of the trucks.
Ethan looked at the men with him. “You two take care of this. The rest of you get your as
