Chapter 10

Colt FROST DUCKED and crawled down the moment we spotted the campers’ location. He took off the nocs to scout the distance. The stream water in a slow current that separated us from them. A few trees hanging out over the water that blocked mostly the views of the other side. Tension rode in me as I positioned myself and rested the muzzle of my rifle onto the log that hid us from the campers. I looked through the scope. One small tent was hidden under the vines, and they seemed to be there...