Chapter 22
At that instant, Dan stepped out from behind the truck and leveled his own sidearm at the cursing man. Moving as fast as he could, Mal darted to grab the semi-auto off the floor. Since Dan had the would-be shooter in his sights, Mal turned to face Darrel, steadying the stranger’s weapon as best he could.
Darrel stood very quiet now, no smirk or gotcha in his expression as he stared down the barrel Mal had looked into short minutes before. He went very pale and his eyes darted frantically from Dan to Mal and back.
About then, the sound of a couple of vehicles coming down the ranch road, moving as fast as was safe on the gravel, became clear. A breath later, two sheriff’s department SUVs slid to a halt in front of the garage.