Exhale...
Zach fired.
His shot echoed through the quiet.
The shooter dropped.
Zach ducked and pressed into the snow. Now the other shooter would know where to look for him, if he hadn’t already. Zach kept low, grateful the snow wasn’t as deep in this part of the woods so he could crawl to another copse of trees without too much struggle. A quick glance at where he’d left Olivia told him she was there and remained hidden.
He only spotted her because he knew where to look.
Sucking in a breath, he drew consolation from the fact he’d dropped one of the shooters. Now for the other one. Without getting up, he did his best at reconnaissance to see if he was being watched. The other man might use the hunter’s rifle and watch for Zach through the rifle’s scope, hunting Zach and Olivia like they were just two deer instead of two people.
Like they were animals.
He couldn’t move yet, not until he spotted the other shooter.
God, please let Olivia stay put. Please, keep her safe. I can’t let her down. I can’t let her down like I let Sarah down.
The memory crushed his heart. He couldn’t afford to think of it now, and shoved it away.
And yeah, he’d prayed a lot lately. He hoped it worked. After this was over, he’d need to have that long, heart-to-heart talk with God that he’d avoided for too long.
A jackrabbit dashed away, crossing between Zach and Olivia. Had someone disturbed the small animal? Zach searched the woods. He spotted the glint of metal, much too close to Olivia’s position.
Every muscle in his body stiffened. If only he could signal her to keep down.
Don’t even flinch.
But she couldn’t hear the thoughts he willed at her.
He saw now what must have drawn the shooter’s attention—the small bush near the fir under which she’d taken cover shook. That shaking bush gave away her location.
What are you doing, Olivia? You can’t afford to move right now.
This wasn’t working. Zach could no longer stay where he was and wait it out. The guy would shoot and kill Olivia. He simply waited for his shot. Zach would need to draw the man’s attention to himself. But he didn’t have a good shot from this position.
He would fire his weapon anyway. That should do the trick.
He sucked in a couple of breaths and got ready to run. It was a risk, but one he was willing to take for her.
Standing, he pushed from the tree and fired rounds as he ran toward where the shooter waited.
A bullet grazed Zach’s jacket, slicing deep enough to cut across his skin. He dropped to the ground and crawled forward to a tree.
Another rifle shot rang out.
Olivia screamed.
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