McCreed's voice cut through the fog in my brain like a blade drawn across smooth velvet. "It seems you've become a bit of a nui...

McCreed staggered as Sam pulled the trigger. A gout of red flame preceded the heavy round that impacted into the rear of his right shoulde...

Rob's voice was cryptic. "See the drain gulch behind my left shoulder?" I was thrown off as his head gave a subtle twitch an...

We were both motionless and prone, our bodies low to the ground and hidden by the fence line and wind-tangled foliage. Sam had edged toward...

We moved through the undergrowth like ghosts. Or rather, Sam moved like she’d haunted the green space in a deeper dark hundreds of times be...