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lifted her chin. It was easier to breathe. “Was he up there?”

      The rough stubble on his chin brushed her temple. “Probably. He was meeting me there.”

      “Do you think he got out?”

      Silence was her answer.

      “Who would do this?”

      His body tensed. “I’m planning to find that out.”

      “The whole ridge exploded. The rocks were flying everywhere. I can’t believe they didn’t hit me.” She told him everything. About how she was filming and the red fireball and the house collapsing and the trees ablaze.

      “You filmed the whole thing?”

      “Yes.”

      “Why were you here today?”

      “I’ve been here several times during the construction. My father sent me. He has a shooting schedule.” She didn’t say that her dad hadn’t used any of the footage she’d shot. That she was beginning to think her assignment was a snipe hunt, designed to be rid of her, keep her busy and out of the clubs. That last headline had embarrassed them. Too much attention, her mother had said.

      Too much was better than none at all, she thought, and she lowered her head.

      “Your father sent you here. Today.”

      She didn’t like the way he said that.

      “Well, he couldn’t have known this would happen.”

      His silence was her only answer. Meadow frowned. She didn’t like that silence. There was something sinister and judgmental about it.

      “My father is a saint. He’s spent his whole life raising awareness of really important issues with his films.”

      Still no reply.

      “What are you implying?” she asked.

      “Heck of a coincidence.”

      “I could say the same for you.”

      “Yes. That occurred to me,” he said.

      The hairs on her neck lifted. She felt the need to fill the silence.

      “Lucky you were here,” she said.

      “Yeah.” There was a long pause. “Lucky.”

      “You saved my life.”

      “Not yet, I haven’t.” He moved again, trying his radio and getting nothing but static. He slipped the antenna out from under the fire shield and tried again. This time he got through to someone and she heard him give their position and ask for assistance. He also asked them to contact Detective Jack Bear Den on Turquoise Canyon Reservation.

      He retracted the radio antenna inside the shield and she saw the black plastic tip had melted.

      “I guess my car and Wi-Fi antenna is toast.”

      “You have internet out here?”

      “I did. I was streaming my footage.”

      “You captured the explosion and streamed it...where?”

      “My social media. Vine, Snapchat, Instagram. I also have YouTube, Facebook and Google+ and send footage to my remote server.”

      He went very still. “So anyone could see what you shot.”

      “Yes. That’s the point.”

      “So you don’t need to make it out of here alive for someone to see what you saw.”

      The hairs on her neck now began to tingle.

      “What are you saying?”

      “I think you and I were sent here to die.”

       Chapter Four

      Dylan tried to put the pieces together. He didn’t know if he was injured. During the worst of the burn-over he’d felt as if the skin on his back had burned. He knew from his training that it was not uncommon for a deployed hotshot to suffer burns. But the shelters worked. And theirs had worked. They were alive and the worst had passed. The worst of the firestorm. But now he wondered if by sending a distress call he had alerted whoever had sent them that they had survived. Radio channels were easy to monitor. If his hunch was right, they needed to get out of here before help arrived because the worst of the firestorm might still be out there.

      The vehicles would be useless. He’d heard the tires blow and both gas tanks explode. His poor truck. He didn’t even own it yet. Meadow would likely have a new Audi by morning.

      If they lived that long.

      Help was coming, but so too were the ones who had set that explosive. Dylan was sure.

      “Tell me what’s happening,” she demanded.

      Was she one of them? A WOLF or a BEAR? WOLF, Wilderness of Land Forever, was the less radicalized arm of the eco-extremists, who destroyed property but only if it did not jeopardize human life. BEAR made no such allowances. The FBI thought her father was a member of BEAR, perhaps the head of the eco-extremist group. Jack had told him that. But they hadn’t proved it—not yet.

      Had she been sent here as a sacrificial lamb, to die for the cause as a martyr?

      He remembered that look when she’d asked him if he was digging their grave. She’d been ready.

      “Did you come here to die?”

      “What?” she said. She made a scoffing sound and then gave a halfhearted laugh.

      Dylan felt his upper arm tingle. Not because of the heat outside the shelter but because of the tattoo he had gotten after joining Tribal Thunder, the warrior sect of his medicine society. His shaman had suggested each new member have a spirit animal to help guide them. It was Ray Strong’s idea to have them branded on their skin. Dylan’s spirit animal was bobcat, and his tattoo was the track of the bobcat on a medicine shield, beneath which hung five eagle feathers. He loved having a cat as his guide but did not appreciate the reason. His shaman said Dylan was too overt and needed to be aware that not all things operated on the surface. Bobcat would help him see what was hidden and give him a quality he lacked—stealth.

      Dylan had a reputation for being where he was supposed to be and doing what was expected, more than was expected. He wasn’t reckless like Ray Strong or suspicious like Jack Bear Den or a natural leader like Jack’s twin brother, Carter. He was predictable and he followed the rules. He was the conscience of the group. Was that so bad?

      This woman beneath him was not what she seemed. A shadow figure. Appearing one thing while being another or existing on two planes at the same time. A woman with two faces. He felt it and Bobcat warned him to be cautious.

      “Have you heard of an organization called WOLF, or one called BEAR?” he asked, and then kicked himself for the overt question. But how would he know the answer if he could not ask?

      BEAR was much worse. Bringing Earth Apocalyptic Restoration. That group was eco-terrorists. They’d orchestrated the mass shooting at the Lilac Copper Mine to cover the long-term theft of mining supplies and then paid a member of his tribe to kill the gunman of the mass murder, breaking the link between the gunman and those who sent him.

      “WOLF? Yes. They burned that Jeep outfit in Sedona. Right? Some kind of activist opposed to overdevelopment of the land. Can hardly blame them. Damn red Hummers rolling all over the fragile ecosystem.” Her mouth dropped open. She must have inhaled some of the sand on her face because she coughed and spit. Then she turned, trying to glance back at him. They were so close he could feel every muscle in her back tense. So close he could press his lips to her temple.

      “You think they did this?” she asked.

      He did not reply, but he could almost hear her


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