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looking for me.”
“Couldn’t leave you out here alone, now could I? I figured this guy wouldn’t have any trouble, but when neither of you showed up again I figured I might have to come and rescue the military man too.” But the snigger in his voice belied the seriousness of his words.
Markus snorted. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
She shifted so she was sitting on the ground and stared around. “It’s barely light.”
“Ha, the sun will be up in no time.”
Maybe it would, but it wasn’t yet and that sucked. Although the longer she looked around the easier it was to see the shapes of the trees. Her eyes just needed adjustment time. Markus hopped to his feet, looking fresh and awake as if he’d slept eight hours. She, on the other hand, felt like someone had squeezed her through an old wringer washing machine and hung her out to dry. Her legs ached and her stomach…
It growled as she stood up stiffly. But there was no way she was going to ask for another power bar. Only she didn’t have to as Markus had pulled out another one and handed it to her.
She grinned and ripped it open.
“How can you eat those things?” Jake asked. “You need real food.”
“I’m starving. So they taste wonderful.”
Giving her a sad look he shook his head. “No wonder you’re skin and bones. Nobody can live like that.”
“Well, I tell you what, when we get back I’ll be happy to eat as much real food as I can.”
He snorted. “You’re going to need to find a place. With Boomer hospitalized, the diner won’t be open for a bit.”
“And that means I don’t have a job either.” She stared up at the lightening sky and sighed.
“Enough of Alaska?” Markus asked with humor.
She turned to look at him, realizing maybe it was time to move on. “Maybe,” she admitted softly. “Maybe it is time to go home.”
There was a weird ping and Jake looked at her funny, then fell to his knees.
And collapsed onto his belly and didn’t move.
*
Markus grabbed Bree and shoved her to the ground behind the fallen tree they’d been leaning against. On the ground he checked Jake. He was alive but unconscious. He’d been shot, the bullet grazing his head. Enough to knock him out but not shattering his skull.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” The litany of low shocked whispers sounded behind him. Markus grabbed his phone even as he moved to stop the bleeding. This was not good. No reception… He dragged Jake to lie in front of Bree.
“Press here.” He placed her hand over the wound. He grabbed Jake’s cowboy necktie and folded it up as a pad, tucking it over the wound, then tied it tight around Jake’s head. Using a knife, he cut away a strip of Jake’s shirt and used the fabric to bind the wound. Head wounds always bled a lot.
“Is he going to make it?”
“Hopefully,” Markus whispered. He stared at her and knew she was tired and her brain was not functioning fully, but she needed to understand. “Jake was shot. The shooter is still out there. If he’s coming in for a kill shot things are about to get ugly. I don’t know if he was after Jake or us, but chances are good he’s coming to finish the job.”
Her color grayed but she gave him a clipped nod. As if she’d already managed to shake off the shock and understood the trouble they were in.
Good. He needed her alert and moving. “I’m going to take a look. I won’t let you out of my sight, but I want you to stay here and keep pressure on this wound.” He grabbed her chin so she looked up at him. He studied her worried gaze. “Don’t call out for me. Do you understand?”
She swallowed hard but nodded. “Hurry back.”
He smiled and melted into the half-light around them. She huddled close to the unconscious Jake and he lost sight of her as she lay down beside him. Good, that would make it harder for the shooter to find her too.
Markus moved through the trees, going in a wide circle to come up behind where the shooter had been
“Couldn’t leave you out here alone, now could I? I figured this guy wouldn’t have any trouble, but when neither of you showed up again I figured I might have to come and rescue the military man too.” But the snigger in his voice belied the seriousness of his words.
Markus snorted. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
She shifted so she was sitting on the ground and stared around. “It’s barely light.”
“Ha, the sun will be up in no time.”
Maybe it would, but it wasn’t yet and that sucked. Although the longer she looked around the easier it was to see the shapes of the trees. Her eyes just needed adjustment time. Markus hopped to his feet, looking fresh and awake as if he’d slept eight hours. She, on the other hand, felt like someone had squeezed her through an old wringer washing machine and hung her out to dry. Her legs ached and her stomach…
It growled as she stood up stiffly. But there was no way she was going to ask for another power bar. Only she didn’t have to as Markus had pulled out another one and handed it to her.
She grinned and ripped it open.
“How can you eat those things?” Jake asked. “You need real food.”
“I’m starving. So they taste wonderful.”
Giving her a sad look he shook his head. “No wonder you’re skin and bones. Nobody can live like that.”
“Well, I tell you what, when we get back I’ll be happy to eat as much real food as I can.”
He snorted. “You’re going to need to find a place. With Boomer hospitalized, the diner won’t be open for a bit.”
“And that means I don’t have a job either.” She stared up at the lightening sky and sighed.
“Enough of Alaska?” Markus asked with humor.
She turned to look at him, realizing maybe it was time to move on. “Maybe,” she admitted softly. “Maybe it is time to go home.”
There was a weird ping and Jake looked at her funny, then fell to his knees.
And collapsed onto his belly and didn’t move.
*
Markus grabbed Bree and shoved her to the ground behind the fallen tree they’d been leaning against. On the ground he checked Jake. He was alive but unconscious. He’d been shot, the bullet grazing his head. Enough to knock him out but not shattering his skull.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” The litany of low shocked whispers sounded behind him. Markus grabbed his phone even as he moved to stop the bleeding. This was not good. No reception… He dragged Jake to lie in front of Bree.
“Press here.” He placed her hand over the wound. He grabbed Jake’s cowboy necktie and folded it up as a pad, tucking it over the wound, then tied it tight around Jake’s head. Using a knife, he cut away a strip of Jake’s shirt and used the fabric to bind the wound. Head wounds always bled a lot.
“Is he going to make it?”
“Hopefully,” Markus whispered. He stared at her and knew she was tired and her brain was not functioning fully, but she needed to understand. “Jake was shot. The shooter is still out there. If he’s coming in for a kill shot things are about to get ugly. I don’t know if he was after Jake or us, but chances are good he’s coming to finish the job.”
Her color grayed but she gave him a clipped nod. As if she’d already managed to shake off the shock and understood the trouble they were in.
Good. He needed her alert and moving. “I’m going to take a look. I won’t let you out of my sight, but I want you to stay here and keep pressure on this wound.” He grabbed her chin so she looked up at him. He studied her worried gaze. “Don’t call out for me. Do you understand?”
She swallowed hard but nodded. “Hurry back.”
He smiled and melted into the half-light around them. She huddled close to the unconscious Jake and he lost sight of her as she lay down beside him. Good, that would make it harder for the shooter to find her too.
Markus moved through the trees, going in a wide circle to come up behind where the shooter had been
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