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d pickup rumbled along the washboard dirt road

onderosas three hundred yards out, letting the sudden

er my shoulder. Inside were the pinhole lenses modified b

Vipers MC was convening their afternoon session across the county line, giving me

st my dark jacket as the Tucker cabin materialized through the timber. It looked like a sere

I bypassed the keypad on the front porch and

rame, my fingers worked with steady muscle memory

sill and landed soundles

ng blend of expensive bourbon, sour sweat, and t

ned crumpled on the floor beside two half-empty crysta

the mantle: a massive ten-point buck, mounted

edded Steve's pinhole lens deep into the shadow behind the glass orb, angling the micro-apertu

hed their illicit games was now the

habits better than anyone alive. As boys, he hid his stolen cash beneath floor jo

slid my fingers along the back crossbeam until they struc

counter-pressure while raking the pins until

, the contents

agreement for Nightingale Ranch, complete with my father's trembling

lub to fund Leo's territorial expansion, and upon closing the deal, the entire property wou

marrow, sharpening my sens

pocket, pushed the contracts back in

ty ping from Steve's monitoring feed showing two Harley exhausts fi

displaced dust, slid back through the casement wind

through the mountain pass, Skylar's truck was already coasting down the