had to think about that. “Not really boring, just not what I want to be doing.”
“What? Kidnappings and big-game hunters not exciting enough?”
“How’d you know about that?” T-Rex asked.
Gunny snorted. “I read the news.”
“I could do without some of the excitement. I want to get back to the front line.”
“You know you won’t find the guys who did this to us,” Gunny said, his voice softening. “You could hunt every last member of the Taliban and still not know whether you got the guys who staged that trap.”
“Maybe, but if I don’t try, they get away with what they did to you.”
“Oh, is this about me?” Gunny laughed. “The way you blew up in front of the command psychologist, you’d think it was all about you.”
T-Rex’s hand squeezed the cell phone so hard, he was surprised it didn’t crack. What he was feeling was in direct response to what had happened to Gunny. The man had taken the full brunt of the attack. He’d suffered spinal cord damage and might be a quadriplegic the rest of his life. The thought of the father of four spending his life in a wheelchair made T-Rex want to rage at the universe. “It’s just not fair. I should have been the one injured. I didn’t have a baby on the way.”
“You didn’t get to pick,” Gunny said. “It’s the way the cards fell. Or the grenade, in our case.”
“Anyway, things might be settling down here. I feel like I’m spinning my wheels.”
“Yeah, but I doubt the commander will want you back so soon. He was pretty hot when he sent you off.”
“If he knew what a boondoggle it is, he wouldn’t have sent me.”
“Boondoggle?” Gunny snorted. “Sounds like another day in the life of a marine. You’ve got enemy hiding in the hills, you’ve been shot at and you’ve taken out some of the bad guys.”
He had a point. Still, T-Rex would rather be back where his world had come apart. Then maybe he could put it back together. “I don’t know which strings our team lead pulled to get a loan of highly skilled military men to work for the Department of Homeland Security.” Luckily the team had been there, or there could have been a bunch of kids dead or trapped in a mine. “It’s like the Wild West out here in Wyoming.”
“Dude, Wyoming is the Wild West. Who lives there, anyway?”
“Exactly. Mostly a bunch of cowboys. There’s not much more to do out here than ranching or work for the pipeline.”
“What’s wrong with that? You’re in the most beautiful part of the country. Take in some fishing in your time off. If you get to know Wyoming, you might not hate it as much.”
“I don’t exactly hate it.” He didn’t. In fact, the area was beautiful. If he wasn’t in the military, and maybe when he retired, he might consider living there. The rugged mountains were majestic and appeared serene. “I just want to get back to the real war.”
“And some unhealthy fixation on retribution against the Taliban. Do you think you could do more good for the US in a foreign country than here at home?”
“There are other people who defend the home front.”
“Clearly there aren’t enough people with your skills in Wyoming.” Gunny sighed. “Look, I’m not going to change your mind about the need for you to be where you are now. Let’s change the subject.”
T-Rex relaxed some of the tension from his shoulders. “Good.”
“Good,” Gunny agreed. “What have they got you doing now?”
T-Rex hadn’t realized he’d slowed nearly to a stop on the main road until a honk reminded him he was in a truck and he should be driving to where he was supposed to go. He pressed his foot to the accelerator and the truck leaped forward. “I’m on my way to the County Records office to look up who owns property along an existing gas pipeline.”
“Okay, now you’re talking boring. I practically fell asleep as you talked about it.” Gunny laughed. “Just kidding. Sounds like you’re having to do a little sleuthing. That could be interesting.”
T-Rex had to admit, after all they’d been through in the few weeks he’d been in Grizzly Pass, the need to resolve the open issues had crawled beneath his skin and stuck with him. “It’s all part of figuring out who’s behind the problems they’ve had lately in this little backwater town.”
“I thought you caught the guy.”
“We caught some of the guys we think were involved. But not the one who had enough money to purchase a couple crates full of AR-15 rifles for distribution. Nor have we found those missing rifles.”
“You think you have something bigger going on? Wow. You are in up to your eyeballs.”
“Maybe. Or maybe we’re marking time. If someone is truly out there planning a takeover of a government facility, they might be lying low until the Department of Homeland Security releases us military augmentees. Then they’ll do their damage.”
T-Rex turned onto the street that would lead him to the Grizzly Pass Community Center and the County Records office. As he pulled into the parking lot, he noted a truck, with a mashed front fender, parked at an odd angle, taking up more than its share of the available parking spaces. But that wasn’t all. A man was dragging a woman by the hair toward the truck. By the expression on her face, she wasn’t at all happy about it.
“Gunny, I gotta go.” Without waiting to hear his friend’s response, he dropped the cell phone into the cup holder, slammed the shift into Park and slid out of the truck, his hands balling into fists. Nothing made him madder than witnessing a man abusing a woman.
* * *
SIERRA STRAINED HER NECK, trying to get Clay to release his hold on her hair. “Let go of me. I have a job to do. I have children to take care of.”
“You have a husband to take care of, and you’re not doing it here.”
“We. Aren’t. Married,” she said through gritted teeth. The pain of having her hair pulled so hard brought tears to her eyes.
A loud crack sounded behind Sierra.
Clay grunted and dropped to the ground, taking her with him.
Sierra fell to her backside. Clay’s hand loosened its hold on her hair. She rolled to the side, bunched her legs and shot to her feet, putting several feet between her and Clay before she looked back and came to a complete stop.
Clay lay on the ground, his hand clamped over his cheek.
A big man with massive shoulders and an iron jaw loomed over Clay.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Clay demanded.
The big guy growled. Literally growled. “Your worst nightmare if you lay another finger on that woman.”
Sierra
