Chapter 30

“Use this,” Keir said, coming up beside them. He held out a cut off sweatshirt sleeve. Using his knife, he sliced through Hoyt’s shirt so they could see the wound.

Teague pressed it to Hoyt’s shoulder, glancing at Will as he did. The man was curled in a fetal position, his arms lashed behind his back, blood soaking into the ground.

“Guess I was the only one who didn’t get shot,” Keir commented. “How bad is yours?”

“Flesh wound,” Teague replied tersely. “Where are the damned medics? Hoyt’s bleeding badly. If the bullet hit a vein…”

“Calm down. They’ll get here. We’re not exactly in the middle of Main Street.”

They heard sirens off in the distance. Keir got up immediately, heading out of the clearing. “I’ll bring them back,” he called over his shoulder.

It seemed like forever, although Teague knew logically it was only minutes, before Keir returned, closely followed by EMTs, police officers, and the police chief. 9