Borderlands (Mitch Kearns Combat Tracker Series Book 6) by Sawyer JT

Author:Sawyer, JT [Sawyer, JT]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-05-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Ed Bagley stepped out from the shade of the first-aid tent, pressing an icepack onto his purple cheek. He lowered his head as he walked by the other militia members while pulling his brimmed hat down further. He didn’t have an explanation that would save face so all he said was that he’d slipped on some boulders and slammed his cheek on the rocky ground while trekking down into a canyon. He certainly didn’t mention having his firearms taken from him by that gully-jumper who’d pistol whipped him. Fuckin’ cowpie lover—I hope I get you in my crosshairs before this week is out.

Ed had thought of packing up his gear and leaving—what was the point in looking for supposed illegals in this savage heat only to get stabbed by the unforgiving shrubs out here and be humiliated by some country hick who cost him over two thousand dollars in firearms? He stared into the distance at his truck. I could break down my tent quickly and be on my way without drawing too much attention to my departure.

He’d say something came up with his wife back home—she was in an accident or his mom died. Then he sighed, realizing that wouldn’t work as some of the other militia members there knew his wife. Plus, if he left now, he might not be invited back to future gatherings in Kansas or Arizona. He was also close to getting his two-year patch of service, which would enable him to take up an instructor role within the militia group back home and would hopefully garner respect from the newer members. He pressed the cold compress into his cheek again. Dammit, this is some border op—but I should stick it out in this hellhole a few more days.

As he was mulling over his options and thinking about the spare rifle and pistol in a steel lockbox in his truck, Jensen sauntered up next to him, pointing to his face. “Shit, partner, you gotta watch your step out here. That’s quite a shiner.”

“Yep, this is some tough country, man.”

Jensen patted him on the back. “Now you got a war story to tell when you get back home—just say you got into a fight with a coupla Mexes and now they’re buzzard turds.”

Bagley chuckled, but the act of smiling hurt too much so he just snorted. “Hell yeah.”

Jensen pointed to a black SUV pulling into the parking area. “What’s coming next will surely whet your appetite, my friend. This guy is supposed be a real badass with the feds.”

“Cool, right. I just gotta get something first,” he said, still eyeballing the distance to his truck.

“Hurry up, I’ll save you a seat.”

Bagley took a deep breath then flung the icepack on the ground next to his gear. He resolved to stick it out to the end, focusing on his anger at the earlier assault he’d suffered to muster his strength. After retrieving his notebook from his tent, he returned to the central briefing area in the main part of camp.

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