Wade’s breath caught as the muzzle of the rifle rose, pointing straight at his chest. Terror stabbed through him—there was no escape, no one to call. Every worst-case scenario he’d ever envisioned came screaming to the forefront of his mind.
“We can’t let you ruin a good payday,” another hunter sneered, brandishing his own weapon. Wade closed his eyes for a split second, realizing he was moments from a fatal end. He lifted his makeshift club, voice shaking as he choked out, “Stop… you have no right—”