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help that the broken front windshield looked more like a spider web.
    “They’re almost on us,” Shelby said. She’d gotten on the floor as he’d ordered, but she lifted her head to peer out at the men.
    Yes, they were that close. “Check for a weapon in the glove compartment or under the seat,” he said.
    That’d keep Shelby down and out of potential line of fire. And, besides, she might get lucky and actually find a gun or two.
    Seth finally got the truck turned around and gunned the engine, but he didn’t get very far before he had to slow down to swerve around more trees. Unfortunately, there was no direct path to the road so that meant he needed to turn around yet again and go back to the low spot in the embankment where the men had first crossed.
    He hit the brakes and took the turn as fast as he could. The men were there, of course, coming right at them. And while he wanted answers, it’d be safer for Shelby and him if he just ran them down.
    “No gun,” Shelby said, rifling through the glove compartment. She was about to start her search under the seat, but she froze and her eyes widened. “You’re driving right at them?”
    “Hold on,” Seth warned her, and he aimed the truck at the men.
    They scattered, one going left and the other to the right, and they both hit the ground to get out of the way of the truck. Seth got a good look at them then. He didn’t recognize either man, but he did recognize something—their concerned looks. Judging from the expressions, the duo had realized that he’d now seen their faces.
    That meant he could possibly identify them.
    In his experience, once you had the names of the criminals, then the motive would soon follow. Seth needed that because these two had almost certainly murdered that man back at the warehouse.
    “There’s no gun under the seat,” Shelby relayed. She lifted her head again, this time looking out the back window. “And they’re still running after us.”
    Seth glanced at the side mirror to see just how close they were. Too close. But he couldn’t go any faster because he might hit a boulder or a tree. If that happened, Shelby and he would be sitting ducks.
    Seth finally spotted the low embankment just ahead. A welcome sight. And a somewhat scary one if this plan didn’t work.
    “Hang on,” he told Shelby.
    She grabbed the door handle and the dashboard. Good thing, too. Because the impact tossed them around like rag dolls. Seth wasn’t wearing a seat belt so his head hit the ceiling. Shelby’s shoulder bashed against the door, causing her to make a sharp sound of pain.
    But Seth didn’t stop.
    If he did, there was just enough soft ground that it might bog down the tires. So Seth slammed on the accelerator, and they got another hard jolt when he came up the other side. He headed for the driveway in front of the house and barn.
    “Oh, God,” Shelby said.
    There was plenty of fear in her voice. Seth glanced in his rearview mirror and saw the reason for that brand new round of fear.
    Both men had stopped and had taken aim.
    Their guns were pointed right at the truck.
    That barely had time to register in Seth’s mind when he heard the blasts, and the back windshield came crashing down on Shelby and him.
    “Cover your eyes and stay down,” Seth ordered.
    It wasn’t a second too soon before more shots came, slicing through the glass and metal frame and sending a spray of shards right at them. He felt one of those slice his cheek, but he still didn’t stop.
    Didn’t slow down.
    With the bullets slamming into the truck, Seth sped to the driveway and then onto the dirt and gravel road.

Chapter Four
    Shelby was in the enemy’s camp, aka the Sweetwater Springs sheriff’s office. She was plenty glad to be alive and away from those kidnappers, but this was the living, breathing definition of
uncomfortable
. Not just for her.
    But for Seth, too.
    Two of Jewell’s sons were here: Sheriff Cooper McKinnon and his younger brother, Deputy Colt