I grabbed Flick and dragged her behind the bed as glass sprayed everywhere.
The sheriff returned fire from the hallway window.
Trigger rolled beside the doorway already shooting back into the storm.
“Tree line!” he shouted.
“I got him!” Wolf fired twice through the broken window.
One dark figure outside stumbled backward off the fence line and disappeared into the rain.
The Hollow Man used the distraction to grab for another weapon.
Big mistake.
I hit him hard enough that his head snapped sideways.
Then Trigger slammed him to the floor and cuffed him brutally.
“Move again,” Trigger snarled, “and I’ll help Blaze bury you.”
The man grinned through bloody teeth anyway.
Crazy.
Every single one of them was crazy.
Then suddenly?—
three sharp whistles echoed outside.
Wolf froze near the shattered window.
“What the hell is that?”
The Hollow Man on the floor smiled wider.
“Shepherd’s retreat call.”
And just like that?—
the gunfire outside stopped.
Completely.
The storm became the loudest thing on the ranch again.
Rain.
Thunder.
Heavy breathing.
Nobody moved for a second.
Then Sheriff Tate’s radio crackled downstairs.
“Perimeter team reporting movement leaving north tree line.”
