Fugitive Trail. Elizabeth Goddard

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       FOUR

      Bryce continued following the footsteps through the nearly thigh-deep snow. With the way the snow was falling, soon the tracks left behind would be completely gone.

      The snow was to his knees, and hip-deep in some places. He tried to step into the shooter’s steps to ease his efforts, but it was still slow going. Without snowshoes, he had no hope of picking up the pace, and this kind of exertion was going to exhaust him too quickly. He wasn’t out of shape but navigating the snow-covered rocky terrain took all his effort and focus.

      Bryce stopped to catch his breath and take in his surroundings. It was pitch black out here. The only illumination came from the town lights that reflected from the clouds. That reflection helped him to see the way, but it wasn’t nearly enough to let him track down the man who had shot him.

      What was Bryce doing out here?

      This seemed like a suicide mission.

      Standing beneath the low-hanging branches of a spruce tree, he considered his options. If he didn’t silence his gasps for breath they would give him away—that is, if someone was watching and waiting for the chance to take Bryce out. Except Bryce had no doubt the shooter had come for Sierra specifically and taking Bryce out would simply be a bonus.

      Anger coiled in his gut. He couldn’t let Raul get to Sierra. His efforts might fall short, but he wouldn’t stop trying.

      He drew in a sharp, cold breath. Bryce wouldn’t give up so easily.

      Even though Raul wasn’t the typical perp.

      Shoving from the spruce tree, Bryce continued following the tracks before it was too late and the shooter was gone for good.

      He pushed harder and hiked farther than he thought he could. Finally the snow clouds thinned, allowing the moon to illuminate the forest into an eerie, foreboding scene.

      Glancing back, Bryce noticed Crescent Springs was growing smaller. He was putting himself in danger by going deeper into the cold without proper clothing. He wasn’t prepared to face off against the elements.

      But he’d only been thinking about getting his hands on Raul, ending this once and for all so Sierra could be safe.

      He caught a glimpse of the mountains that stood watch over the small tourist town. Bryce flexed his cold fingers in both hands to shake the stiffness away. He wished he’d worn ski bibs instead of jeans layered with thermals. He hadn’t thought through what having dinner with Sierra would look like—and he certainly hadn’t expected the evening to end this way, with Raul taking a shot at her.

      Bryce should have been better prepared.

      Regardless, he couldn’t stay out here much longer.

      The clack of tree trunks rustling with the wind drew his attention to the south. A crunching sound followed. Was Raul pushing on too now that he knew Bryce would follow?

      Frustration boiled through him and warmed him—good.

      Just a little farther. God, the tracks are here for me to follow. Help me find this guy before he hurts Sierra!

      He allowed the hot anger to fuel his steps.

      A shadow moved in the trees ahead of him.

       Yes!

      Bryce was catching up. His weapon ready, he prepared to pull the trigger.

      He aimed at the silhouette of a man in the trees. “Stop, police!”

      Only he wasn’t the police anymore. Old habits die hard.

      His prey fled deeper into the woods. He was so close! Bryce would get his hands on Raul. Adrenaline pushed him farther and deeper.

      A force slammed into his body. The breath whooshed from him. He crashed face-first into the biting snow that rushed into his mouth and nose.

      Bryce fought for purchase, grappling with the snow. Reaching for something, anything, to push the weight from him. He twisted around to face the barrel of a weapon.

      Reflex kicked in.

      Bryce rolled as gunfire blasted into the space where he’d been mere seconds before. Using his training, he knocked the weapon from the man’s hand. Kicked his attacker to the ground as he twisted away and scrambled to his feet, despite the snow impeding his efforts. Bryce searched, digging through the snow and found his weapon. Gasping for breath, he shoved the fear down.

      Aiming his weapon, he turned in a circle looking for Raul.

       No.

       No, no, no.

      Bryce had lost him. He’d fled into the night again. Bryce could follow the tracks farther, but the cold was making him numb and slowing both his moving and thinking. Grousing that he’d let the man get the best of him СКАЧАТЬ