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Kiarme pried the trap door open, lifting it. His eyes closed as a dirt cloud rose from the ground, and he held his breath to avoid inhaling any of it. His hands fanned the air before peering down into the hole.
Michaelson coughed, dusted the front of his tee shirt, and leaned closer to the...
He stepped towards the table, just before Michaelson yanked the door open, knife in hand.
Santiago darted into the shanty, gun drawn. His dark eyes quickly swept across the room, barely skimming over the body before fixing on Kiarme. He aimed away, relaxing his posture. “You okay,...
Timoteo teetered in the doorway, motioning to the men. “You come with three?” He turned his baseball cap around with a brusque swipe of his hand, exposing his bloodshot eyes. He leaned forward as Kiarme approached, lifting on the balls of his sandaled feet in an attempt to be at eye...