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“Your girl, huh?” His old friend did little to hide his disappointment and Axel wondered if perhaps Eddie was attracted to Rylee. His answer came a moment later.

“She’s very pretty. Kind of prickly, though.”

“True on both accounts.”

He realized that here on the compound, Eddie had little opportunity to meet eligible women. Rylee was a beauty and smart and he was certain she would have zero interest in locking herself up on nine hundred acres to wait for disaster.

Rylee was here to stop that impending doom from arriving. He admired her for that.

“Eddie, I’m getting in my vehicle. That gate best be open before I get there.”

It wasn’t a bluff. He knew that his modest yearly budget did not include major damage to his vehicle, but he was getting up to the farm. By the time he had his unit in drive, Eddie was swinging back the gate.

Axel paused just inside to speak to Eddie. “Why don’t you come to my place for dinner one day?”

“Can’t.” Eddie made a face.

“Open invitation,” he said and headed off. Axel bounced along the twin groves that served as the access road to the compound, his windshield wipers screeching over the glass as he tried to clear the mist and mud.

RYLEE HAD BEEN stripped of her weapons and now accepted escort to one of the outbuildings. Judy Coopersmith had left her to see to her youngest son, Morris, who was heading to court today. Before leaving, she warned her husband, Stanley, that this little gal is a guest and is to be treated like one.

Stanley Coopersmith had his brother Joseph working on her car that had either a bad starter or a bad battery. Stanley thought Rylee should see something in his garage before leaving. She had time on her hands and so if Mr. Coopersmith wanted to give her a tour, she was happy to take it.

The garage turned out to be a huge prefab carport of aluminum, with a vertical roof that looked wide enough to park two tractor trailers in.

“We use it to repair our vehicles and construction. It’s right in here.”

The odor of motor oil, mildew and rust assaulted her before they’d cleared the single door that stood beside the huge twin garage doors. Inside, two pickup trucks stood end to end, one on blocks and the other with the hood open and a greasy tarp draped over one side.

Beside these casualties sat a backhoe with the bucket removed and showing one broken tooth. Along the back was a long tool bench. She picked her way past various replacement parts that littered the grease-stained concrete. On the cluttered surface of the tool bench sat one pristine device. It was a drone—white, approximately thirty-four inches with eight rotors, one of which had been damaged. She glanced at Coopersmith, who motioned her forward.

“Go on,” he said.

“Where did this come from?”

“Darned if I know, but I took that shot. It was carrying something, like a duffel bag. It dropped it across the river before I made that shot. Crashed out back and we scooped it up.”

“What’s across the river?” she asked.

He looked startled. “That’s the Mohawk Nation.”

“Do you believe that it is theirs?”

“No saying. I didn’t shoot it until it was over my place.”

“And its cargo?”

“Dropped on the Kowa side of the river.”

“Did they retrieve what the drone was carrying?”

“Can’t say. But I know someone has been trying to activate that drone remotely.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because the damn thing keeps moving around the garage. It’s why I chained her down.”

Rylee used a cloth to lift the drone. “Heavy.”

“Thirty pounds and no serial number. No markings at all that I can see.”

“When did you find it?”

“Yesterday.”

Monday, she realized, and the same day that Border Patrol followed a small man dropped off on the Canadian side, who crossed the border through a wooded area and then fled onto Mohawk land carrying a duffel bag. Had their suspect had the drone to carry out the cargo or did he have outside help?

“Were you planning to report it?”

“No. I was planning to take it apart and keep it. But if you want it, I’ll accept offers.”

“Offers?” She did a poor job holding back her surprise. “How much?”

“Take five hundred for it.”

“Done.”

She reached for her wallet, zipped in her blazer.

“You carry that much?”

She nodded, opening the billfold.

“Should have asked for six,” he said.

“I’ll give you seven.” And she did.

Stanley accepted the cash.

“Has this happened before?”

“Trespassers? Sure. Just today, for instance.” He gave her a pointed look and she flushed as he continued on. “But drones. That’s a new one for me.”

A voice came from behind the pickup.

“Pop?”

“Back here.”

Edward Coopersmith appeared, red-faced and unable to make eye contact with her. Behind him came Sheriff Trace. He had no trouble making eye contact and the result was an instant acceleration of her heartbeat. The physical reaction to this man was getting bothersome. She scowled at the pair as they continued toward them.

“Axel, what a surprise.” Stanley offered his hand to Trace and cast a scowl at his son.

“I wouldn’t have brung him, but this here is his gal and he’s worried.”

Stanley looked from Axel, whose jaw was locked tight, to Rylee, whose mouth swung open.

“Interesting news, seeing she’s only been here a day and a half.”

Edward glared at Axel, who shrugged.

Stanley Coopersmith spoke again. “We aren’t detaining her, Axel. Fact, she’s leaving anytime. You want to give her a lift?”

“I’ll need my weapons,” said Rylee.

“’Fraid our policy is to confiscate the firearms of trespassers.”

“And my vehicle?”

“Also confiscated.”

“It was on a county road.”

“The road belongs to the county. The land is ours. You left the government land when you left the road.”

“Taking a federal vehicle might be a problem for you,” said Rylee.

Coopersmith did not blink. She looked to the damaged drone, itching to get it to her people. A glance at Trace told her he was worried. He motioned with his head toward the exit.

Rylee looked to Coopersmith. “What do you want for them?”

“Money is good.”

“What about shotgun shells? I have ten boxes in my trunk.”

“You don’t anymore.”

Here, Axel stepped in, looping an arm around her waist and cinching her tight. Her side pressed against his and even though their skin never touched, her body tingled with awareness and she temporarily lost the ability to speak. His scent enveloped her. He smelled of pine soap and leather.

“I appreciate you looking out for my girl, Mr. Coopersmith. And for all you did for me when I was a boy. I’d appreciate you allowing us safe passage through your land.”

“Very fact she’s up here shows I’m right. It’s coming. I feel it in my bones.”

Rylee glanced to Trace to see what it might be. His hand rested familiarly on her hip and she found it harder to think as her body pressed to his.

“What about two cases of MREs for your trouble?” he offered, referring to the military Meals Ready to Eat. The food staple stored for years and he thought might just appeal to a man ready to hide in a bunker.

“I’ll take six for the drone and safe passage off our lands.”

“And her vehicle, weapons and anything else you took from her car.”

“Done.”