Kellan was Evan’s best man, while Matt, Liam, and I were his groomsmen. Jenny had Kiera as her maid of honor, with Anna, Rachel, and Kate as her bridesmaids. Matt was spacey the morning of the event, like he was hungover or something. I had to snap my fingers in front of his face three times to get his attention. Dude, what’s up with you? You look like you’re gonna hurl.
What about their questions about Pence? asked the first voice.Answer them. We know nothing about him, said McDonald. And figure out why they think we do. Someone had to say something that led them here.
Are you going to call them? Chip asked.This is my property and I don’t owe them anything. Pretty soon we won’t have to put up with them anymore.The men made pleased sounds along with a few Damn right responses.
You’ve all chosen to be here, McDonald said in a solemn tone. You’ve put your faith in me, and we have a common goal. I’m going to see we achieve that goal. Pence screwed up and he paid the price. It’s a lesson that we all need to keep our eyes on the prize. I see a grand existence in our future. The one we were supposed to have as Americans.More replies of Damn right! This time with volume.
What about Owen? asked a second voice Cade didn’t recognize. His sister is one of the FBI agents.
I’ll handle Owen, promised McDonald. Don’t worry about him one bit. He can barely stand the sight of his fibbie sister.He’d promised himself he’d never hesitate again. He knew better than to rush every situation, but he’d heard enough from the woman to know Cade’s situation was deadly serious. As Mercy strapped on the vest, he called the dispatcher and asked her to inform the Deschutes County sheriff that they were going inside.
Jeff said Eddie and another agent are headed out here, reported Mercy as she tightened the Velcro straps. They’re in touch with the Deschutes County deputies that are en route.Let’s go. Truman wove through the parked vehicles toward the light above the door on the mess hall, and wondered what they’d find inside. The entire ranch was eerily quiet. There was no indication that a mob stood ready to tear apart a young man.
Truman, Mercy whispered urgently. Get down!He immediately spotted the figure and ducked behind the bed of a truck next to Mercy. Moving silently, he stretched to peer around the truck. Tom McDonald’s recognizable bulk moved across the compound. His steps were stiff, and he walked with a noticeable waddle. He was alone. Truman watched for a long moment, searching the darkness for McDonald’s ever-present guards.