Page 158 of Rangers Last Promise

“Mara!”

“I have it!”

He grabs my hand.

Together we run.

We burst through the south exit into gunfire.

Deputies return fire from behind their vehicles.

“Down!”

Sheriff Tate pulls me behind an SUV.

Doc lands beside me.

Wolf and Trigger make it out seconds later carrying one file box between them.

Hampton comes last.

He has two.

Of course he does.

Sheriff Tate stares at him.

“I told you to leave the files.”

“I have selective hearing.”

Trigger points at him.

“I like him.”

“You hated him an hour ago,” Wolf says.

“I contain multitudes.”

“You contain a head injury.”

“Same thing.”

Despite the smoke burning my lungs, I laugh.

Doc looks at me.

“You think that's funny?”

“Yes.”

“You ran through a burning building for a photograph.”

“You ran through gunfire because someone groaned.”

“That's different.”

Trigger raises a hand.