Page 18 of Cowboy

“Shit,” muttered Mo.

“I’m in the dark on that one,” said Red.

“He owns a number of Greek ships that have been known to transport items less than kosher. But he died about three years ago,” said Mo.

“His son didn’t,” said Moose. They all looked at him. “He has a son because I saw him. We were sent to kill Arturro, but someone beat us to it, and I always suspected the son.”

“Could that have been him on that ridge?” asked Cowboy.

“Could have been. I didn’t get a good look at his face. I was focused on the other guy’s forehead.” When the phone rang, they knew it would be the leadership team.

“Morning,” they said in unison.

“We need you guys on a chopper and headed back here, now,” said Luke.

“Hello to you too, sunshine,” grinned Ethan.

“Not fucking funny, Dunvegan. Dimitri Stepanapolos is a sick, twisted bastard. Whatever he’s after cannot be good, and if that girl has it, he’s going to find her. We’ve got Savannah headed your way. Meet her at the park’s Ranger headquarters. They have a landing pad there.”

“Will do,” said Cowboy.

“Oh, and Cowboy,” said Luke. “Welcome home.”

“He’s funny,” smirked Cowboy. They packed up the tents, and by the time they were done, Autumn was walking toward them.

“Are we leaving?” she asked.

“We’ve got some friends picking us up in a chopper. It seems we might know who our killer is, and he’s one nasty bastard. We’ll be able to make a plan at our headquarters.” She started to speak, but Cowboy leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss. “A plan that I promise you will be a part of.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Do you mind kissing me every time you want to say something to me?”

“I don’t think that will be a hardship,” he laughed. “We’ll leave all the equipment at the Ranger station and let Trigger know.”

Two hours later, they were standing by the helipad watching as the modified Osprey landed, light as a feather, with a smiling Savannah at the stick.

“What in the hell is that?” gasped Autumn.

“That, is a creation of our own,” smiled Mo. “A modified Osprey with every weapon we own, technology no one can figure out, and the comforts of a luxury jet.”

“Oh, man,” she whispered. “I wanna fly it. Can I fly it? Please, please, please!” The men all laughed as Savannah walked toward them.

“You’ll have to get past her. This is her baby.”

“Hi. I’m Savannah Robicheaux,” she said, shaking the hand of the younger woman. “I understand you’re a pilot.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded.

“No ma’ams. It makes me feel really old,” laughed the voluptuous woman. “Come on. We need to get out of here.”

Before the helicopter even lifted off, Autumn was excitedly speaking with Savannah about the mechanics of the chopper. The two women spoke the entire way while the men were able to lie back and close their eyes for a catnap. When they landed, Chipper and Evie were waiting for them, and Autumn started asking them questions.

“I promise we’ll show you everything we have,” laughed Evie. “First things first. You have to meet Mama Irene.”

“Mama Irene? Who is that?” she asked.

“I’ll explain on the way,” smiled Cowboy.

The waiting ATVs took them through the property and toward the cafeteria, where everyone was already gathered for dinner. When Cowboy walked in holding Autumn’s hand, the entire room turned and smiled at the man.

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