He dressed in his summer cammies, but he looked too much like a hunter, so he covered his shirt with a dark green jacket that reached his knees. It would hide the shotgun, and park rangers wouldn’t stop him unless they saw it. Stepping into his boots, he laced them up and headed for his four-wheel drive. There he tossed his unloaded Luger, shotgun, and ammo in the trunk. He couldn’t slam the lid down fast enough.
As he started the car, he prayed to God bison wouldn’t block the roads before he found Logan. The prayer was answered. Still, although he took the shortest route, the drive seemed to take forever. He called on his sniper training to control his blood pressure and breathing and focus on his mission.
When he at last spotted Logan’s car parked on the shoulder, he slammed on his bra
