THIRTY-SIX
‘Perhaps I can help you with that.’ Jackson stepped out of the shadows cast by a nearby building, stamping down his anger at these people camping on land he and his wardens had fought and died for. He faced the woman who had her gun trained on Hanson.
She turned around to glare at him. ‘And who might you be?’
‘I’m Jackson Kyle. I hear you’ve been looking for me.’
Her arm swung around and the gun was now pointed directly at him. Jackson fought to keep his body relaxed, though he could see this weapon was not a stun gun. It would do serious damage if he was hit, but he had to take the risk. He couldn’t stand there and watch Hanson be executed.
When he’d left High Command, he’d intended to go to the mine compound first, but had caught a garbled distress call from someone named
