Delores Fossen - Rustling Up Trouble

Or maybe arrest him.

Another flicker of movement, and this time she got a glimpse of a man dressed in dark clothes. Tall, marine-like build. Definitely not a friendly sort.

That got her tugging her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, and she sent a quick text to her stepbrother, FBI agent Seth Calder, to request some backup. Hopefully, he was still at the ranch and hadn’t left for work yet, so he could get there in a hurry.

“McCurdy?” someone shouted.

But Blue didn’t answer.

The shouter yelled Blue’s surname again, and this time Rayanne got more than a glimpse. She saw his face and picked through the features to see if she knew him.

She didn’t.

But apparently Blue knew the guy well enough to hide from him.

“We know you’re here,” the man added. “And we’re not leaving until someone dies.”

That felt like a punch to her chest. Yes, she was a cop, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed diving into gunfights, especially now that she had someone else to consider.

Her unborn baby.

Plus, she wasn’t exactly keen on taking a huge risk like this to save a man whom she hated.

“Damn you, Blue,” she mumbled, and debated if she should identify herself. It might get the gunman running.

Or not.

It was just as likely to get him to start shooting. Because it was clear this guy wasn’t a cop out to arrest Blue. Cops didn’t make threats like that.

Not good cops, anyway.

She glanced back at the paint gelding that she’d ridden in on. He was grazing on some pasture grass and would maybe stay put. Rayanne didn’t want him in the middle of, well, whatever the heck this was.

Keeping her gun ready, she crouched down and hurried behind another tree. Then another. Moving closer to a dry spring bed that was deep enough to give her some cover. It was also closer to Blue. When she slipped behind a third tree, Blue snapped his head in her direction.

Their eyes met.

Rayanne’s narrowed.

His eyes widened.

Blue didn’t seem any happier to see her than she was to see him, and using just his left hand, he made a sharp palm-down gesture that Rayanne had no trouble interpreting.

Stay put.

Something he darn sure didn’t do.

She could have sworn that her presence changed whatever plan Blue had had in mind, because he appeared to curse, and then he maneuvered toward the end of the line of boulders. Away from her. And closer to the big guy who’d warned him that someone was going to die.

At the rate he was going, that someone would be Blue.

She saw the man’s hand snake out. Gun clutched and aimed. He fired right into those boulders where he’d no doubt heard Blue moving around. The bullet smacked into the stone, making a sharp zinging sound, and it was quickly followed by another shot.

Another gunman, too.

No. Not this. If all Hades was going to break loose, why not wait until she had backup?

The shooter’s partner ducked out from cover just a few yards from Blue and pulled the trigger. That one clipped the boulder at just the right angle to send some rock chips flying right at Blue. Rayanne got just a glimpse of the blood from the nicks those rocks caused before more shots came.

Sweet heaven. She couldn’t just stand by and let this happen. Rayanne scrambled into the dry spring bed, keeping as low as she could, but she lifted her head just enough so she could take aim at the marine-sized guy.

She fired.

And missed, but it got his attention, all right.

Blue’s, too.

He cursed at her. “Get down!” Blue yelled.

Rayanne had no choice but to do just that when the gunman sent a shot her way. Too close. Ditto for the one he aimed at Blue.

She fired back but didn’t wait to see if she’d hit one of them. Then she scrambled down the spring bed, making her way to the boulders that Blue was using for cover.

“What part of get down didn’t you understand?” Blue snarled.

No greeting, no explanation as to why he was on her family’s ranch with gunmen after him.

Just that barked question.

Thankfully, his attention didn’t go in the direction of her stomach, because it wasn’t a good time to have to explain the small baby bump that she had hopefully hidden enough with her bulky jacket.

“I’m the one with a badge,” Rayanne snarled back. “So if anyone should be staying down, it’s you. Plus, you lost your right to give me any kind of advice when you disappeared without so much as a word.”

Yeah, the timing for those words sucked, but Rayanne couldn’t stop herself. Blue had crushed her, and it was hard to fight back all those emotions.

“You want to save your girl, McCurdy?” the man yelled. “Then both of you put down your guns and come with us so we can talk.”

Rayanne clamped her hand over Blue’s arm in case he intended to fall for that. Clearly these fools didn’t have talking in mind. But Blue didn’t move. He only glanced down at where she had hold of him. His long-sleeve black shirt was between her hand and his skin, but she could have sworn she felt every inch of him.

Every inch.

And she cursed her body’s reaction again, along with jerking back her hand. Definitely not the time for those memories to rear their ugly, hot little heads.

“Time’s up, McCurdy,” the man added. “Come out now or you die.”

The last word of that threat had barely left his mouth when the shots started again. This time it was Blue who did the clamping. He took her by the shoulder and pushed her to the ground. Her mouth landed right in the dirt and blades of grass that hadn’t already been stomped down.

Rayanne didn’t stay down, though. She wasn’t sure why Blue was suddenly playing cowboy-in-shining-armor, but she wasn’t having any part of it.

“Please tell me these bad guys are really bad,” she said, levering herself up just enough to get off a shot. “Bad as in worse than you and that this isn’t some botched attempt to arrest you.”

His gaze cut to her, and those gunmetal-blue eyes narrowed. “No one’s as bad as I am.”

He paused as if waiting for her to agree or disagree. She didn’t do either, but a comment like that definitely fell into the agreement category. Of course, she’d known Blue was a bad boy before she landed in bed with him, so it shouldn’t have surprised her that he’d continued his bad-boy ways.

“If you’re asking if they’re the law,” he added, “they aren’t.”

Rayanne almost pressed him for more about why they were after him, but it’d have to wait. The directions of the shots changed, and it wasn’t a good change, either. The two gunmen appeared to be moving away from each other and closing in on Blue and her.

Blue glanced at her again. “You take the one on the right. I’ll get the one on the left.”

Just on principle, she hated taking orders from Blue, but it was a decent plan considering their position. Rayanne waited, listened, and when she thought she had a good pinpoint on the shooter, she leaned out and fired. Beside her, Blue did the same.

Rayanne heard the two sounds almost simultaneously. The thud of the bullet and a groan of pain. But it wasn’t her shot that’d caused those sounds.

It was Blue’s.

He’d hit his target, but judging from the way the bullets kept coming, she’d missed hers.

The man who’d done all the shouting started to curse, and she tried to follow the sound of his ripe profanity. It was hard to tell where he was as he darted through the woods toward his partner, who was either injured or dead. Rayanne was hoping it was the latter because she didn’t want to battle a riled, injured would-be killer.

She leaned out from the rocks again, aiming her gun at the sound of the movement and the footsteps. But another shot came their way.