Page 200 of Rangers Last Promise

“We found the storm cellar.”

“And?”

A pause.

“Someone's been using it.”

Doc moves closer to the radio.

“How recently?” Tate asks.

“Very.”

My pulse pounds.

“What did you find?”

“Food. Water. Medical supplies.”

The deputy continues.

“And photographs.”

My skin prickles.

“Of what?”

Another pause.

“Deputy Ellis.”

Every man in the room looks at me.

Sheriff Tate's face hardens.

“What kind of photographs?”

“Hundreds of them.”

My stomach turns.

Doc's hand finds mine.

The deputy continues.

“Her house. Sheriff's department. Last Stand Tavern.”

Doc's grip tightens.

“And there are photographs of the Rangers.”

No one moves.

“How old?” Wolf asks.

“Some recent.”

The deputy hesitates.