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“A Northern Fickler. They’re night birds.”
She was quick, he’d give her that. He eased forward. Looking beyond the ledge, he saw Joe was moving in too. Gun in hand, he looked at Dylan.
Holding up three fingers, Dylan made a swinging motion, and Joe nodded. Pulling out his gun, he counted down, then silently he pushed off on three, at the same time as Joe.
They swung wide and landed in front of the ledge.
Piper screamed as Joe grabbed her. “Up now!” he roared.
Dylan pointed his gun at Zander.
“Don’t move or I’m shooting, and I don’t care where it hits.”
“No!”
Zander lunged at him, catching him around the middle. Dylan wrestled with him, hearing the curses from above at the extra weight.
“I’m killing you!”
“Stop, Zander!”
Dylan tried to grab the boy as he slipped, but his hand found only air, and then he was gone.
“Dylan!”
Piper’s scream filled the air.
“Pull me up!”
It was slow going, but finally he was able to climb over the ledge and onto the trail.
“Dylan!”
“Piper.” He reached for her.
“Watch her left shoulder,” someone said from above them.
“God, Piper.” He held her gently.
“I-I thought you’d f-fallen.” She was crying now, trying to burrow into him. “It hurt so much.”
“No, love, Zander fell.” He cupped her face, easing her out of his arms. “You’ve hurt your shoulder?”
“Yes.”
Joe touched it, and she yelped.
“You need to let me have a look, Pip. We can set it for you if it’s dislocated,” Luke said.
“It hurts.”
“Well, obviously. Now stop being a baby, and let me fix it.”
Dylan watched as Luke crouched beside Joe to examine it.
“I’m glad you’re safe, cousin.” He kissed the top of her head.
Dylan caught the nod Luke threw him as he moved into position behind Piper.
