“And saving Lucky from the continuous temptation of smacking the smirk from The Preacher’s face.Vinnie had prepared splinting materials, a bag of snow to numb Chase’s ankle, and was finishing dressing the minor scrapes, burns and lacerations that peppered Chase’s arms and head. Chase mumbled a few times as she cleaned a deep abrasion and batted her arm away.“Sorry,” Vinnie said. “I know it hurts.” KC left Lucky to finish securing their prisoner and moved to kneel at the head of the narrow cot.“W...hat the hell’s everyone looking at?” Chase demanded. “Did someone contact Rose?”“We can’t,” KC told him. “Our friend,” she nodded to The Preacher, “destroyed the radio equipment here and the helicopter’s unsalvageable.”Chase frowned as if trying to remember. “Oh, yeah.” He looked up at Lucky. “Some rescue mission, eh?”“Typical Westin style, guns a-blazing like a John Wayne movie.” Lucky didn’t tell his friend that if Chase hadn’t shown up when he did, he and Vinnie might have The Preacher and his men taken care of.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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