Читать книгу Rocky Mountain Manhunt - Cassie Miles, Cassie Miles - Страница 13

When he looked into her wide blue eyes, Liam saw fear that bordered on panic. Unreasonable fear. Terror.

Kate wasn’t playing games anymore. She had sensed the approach of danger. After twenty-eight days in the wilderness, her instincts were honed.

But this time, Liam thought, she had to be wrong. He tried to explain. “Even if there is a car on the road, they aren’t coming after you.”

“We haven’t got time to talk.”

Rationally, he continued, “Kate, I only made one phone call to CCC. Nobody else knows you’re here.”

She grabbed his hand, dragging him down the stairs and off the porch. “We’ve got to hide.”

Though he could have argued, it was simpler to let her have her way. If, in fact, someone was driving up the road to his house, he and Kate could watch from the hillside. When the visitors arrived, he’d show her it was safe. Then, they’d come back to the cabin. No harm done.

“This way.” He took the lead, hiking up a pathway that wound through the boulders to an overlook. Most people would have been winded by the swift, steep ascent, but Liam knew the land. And Kate was agile as a mountain goat.

They reached a ledge where they were hidden in the trees. “Better?” he asked.

“Higher.” She peered up the hillside. “We should go higher.”

Liam heard the sound of a vehicle on the graded gravel road leading to his house. Damned if she hadn’t been right! “No time. Lie flat on your stomach across this rock. We can see the house and the field from here. Nobody will see us.”

She stretched out beside him. Side by side, they watched as a pickup truck pulled up in front of his house. Two men sat in the back. Both carried rifles.

Another two emerged from the cab and strode toward the house.

“Anybody home?” one of them yelled.

The others laughed raucously, as if he’d said something clever.

Liam didn’t recognize these men, but they looked like they could have come from a local tavern in Grand Lake or Eldora. All wore jeans and boots. All were armed.

They sure as hell weren’t trying to be subtle. They swaggered. They yelled like schoolyard bullies who were all talk and no action.

The tallest guy, a redhead, turned to the others. “I’ll do the talking.”

“Aw, man! If you get revved up, we’ll be here all damn day.”

The redhead snarled back, “Are you saying I got a big mouth?”

“I’m saying you ain’t the boss.”

Their voices carried on the thin air. Though Liam and Kate were over fifty yards away, they could hear every word.