She was quiet on a trail, he thought. No wonder Bryson wanted to hire her. He hadn’t been kidding. The biggest problem was he was nearly a foot taller than she was. Things that she went through or under hit him in the face. And carrying a gun in his hand made it hard to dodge.
Angie stopped. Mac halted behind her. She looked around, finally went to her left. And gasped.
Mac stepped around her and looked at a dead man who had been pulled off the track. “Ah f**k,” he said. It was one of the trek guides, too; he mourned his death. He didn’t deserve to pay this high a price for a bunch of f****d-up men who thought they were going to be kings when the end times came.
It also just turned this into a different battle. Sending injured men back to Seattle was one thing. Covering up the murder of
