Chapter 99
JAKE
The horse is flying toward us now. I can see her face—wild, terrified, determined.
The pursuing vehicle accelerates, trying to cut her off before she reaches us.
Not happening.
I'm already moving. Mason grabs his sniper rifle from the truck bed, moving low toward the ridge line. Luke's beside me, sidearm drawn.
The horse reaches us, rearing. Emma's eyes lock on mine for one split second—relief, fear, love, all of it compressed into a single look.
"Make sure Emma is secure," I say to Luke.
“Got it.” He moves toward the horse, hands out, catching Emma as she slides off, gripping her camera.
I turn my attention to the vehicle screaming toward us. The headlights are maybe fifty yards out.
I step into the road.