Chapter Twenty
“Get back!”
Ethan’s hiss made her stumble back behind the boulder. She nearly tripped over her backpack but he caught her before she could make a sound. He snatched up his holster and drew out his weapon.
Perfectly still, barely breathing, they watched the dark figure step forward and resolve into a person standing in the sunlight. A man, she saw. Not at all the type of man she would have expected to run into out here.
He was very well-groomed, first of all. The general “mountain man” look involved lots of unkempt facial hair and clothes that rarely saw a washing machine. Then there were the wilderness scientist types who wore expensive Patagonia rain pants and fleece vests.
This man didn’t fit either of those categories. He wore an Irish cable-knit sweater and ribbed c
