The report was deafening. Jack aimed a second time. “Show yourself,” he called, raising his voice. To Emmett, he muttered, “Bastard’s been following us since Juneau.”
“What?” Emmett clambered to his feet, ears ringing from the shot. Why hadn’t Jack said something earlier?
In the silence, Jack c****d the pistol. “Get the f**k out here,” he warned.
From the darkness came a man’s voice, jovial and light. “All right already, Jack. Hold up, will you?”
“Who is it?” Emmett wanted to know. “And why didn’t you tell me we were being followed?”
Jack’s frown deepened. “You should’ve known.”
Slowly a tall shape extracted itself from the shadows. As the stranger stepped into the circle of light thrown by their fire, a chill passed through Emmett. He took in the weathered cloak covering tight denim
