Dangerous Wyoming Rescue - Chapter 18
Chapter 18
With a nod to Travis, Cassidy said, "Let's go."
Single file and holding hands , they kept to the perimeter, sprinting toward the RV that was parked at the far side of the compound. The gang members had collected near the car, forming a circle around the burning auto. Gathered as they were, they made for easy targets. Marcus and Martinez went to work. They laid down fire from the woods. The assault was continual, seeming to come from more than two men. Bullets hit the ground where the gang members stood, filling the air with dirt and bits of rock.
"It's coming from that way," one of the gang members yelled, pointing to the tree line.
The members of Los Diablos were armed. They fired, blindly, into the woods.
A high-pitched whistling filled the night. Then a grenade landed among them with a thump.
"Take cover," a male voice yelled. Had it been Booth? Travis couldn't tell.
The grenade exploded, knocking men to the ground. Screams of pain joined the continual rat-a-tat of small arms fire.
Members of the MC turned for the lodge, firing their weapons as they ran. Cassidy and Travis went unnoticed.
With Cassidy's hand still tight in Travis's grip, they darted the final one hundred yards to the RV. Metal stairs had been lowered to the ground and Travis leaped to the top. The padlock was in place, just as he'd feared. Using the bolt cutters, he snapped the metal in two. As the arm swung free, Travis pushed the door open. The RV stank of body odor, alcohol and illness. Nine women huddled on a filthy sofa—it meant that all the women Lisa mentioned were now accounted for.
"You're back," said Brittney as she stood. "Is my mom with you?"
Cassidy pushed past Travis and embraced her daughter. "I'm here, baby."
His chest tightened, but now was not the time for emotion. "I hate to break up this reunion, but we need to leave now."
"And go where?" one of the women asked.
"You can all come with us. We can help you get home." With one arm wrapped around Brittney's shoulder, Cassidy held out her other hand to the women. One by one they stood, ready to escape from their living nightmare.
Travis leaped to the ground. "Let me make sure it's safe."
The pop of gunfire filled the night. The shots were now being fired from the rear of the lodge. He silently thanked Marcus and Martinez for keeping the fight away from the RV—and the escaping women.
Turning slowly, Travis stopped. Booth stepped out of the tree line, a revolver in his hand. "Did you really think that I was fooled by the RV running off the road? From the first minute you showed up, I knew you were coming back. I also knew that you wanted the women."
Travis opened his mouth. Before he could speak, Booth pulled the trigger.