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Quade stayed at Fletcher’s side as they hurried through the back part of the property to get behind the largest barn without being seen. Ben and Clint—two former cops—were going after the guy with guns.

That left the people in the car who had driven away—but he didn’t think they would get far. Some of the Tylers had roadblocks in place. Lots of roadblocks. Pan’s husband Levi had his dozen ranch hands blocking the main highway into town now too.

There were supposed to be cops heading in their direction at any minute.

They just had to stop the man with a gun. Before he got to Dylan first.

Quade was the first to round the barn.

He stopped. When he came face-to-face with a guy around his own age and height. Carrying boxes out of the barn.

The barn that was on fire now.

The guy dropped the boxes in his hands. He grabbed for something.

Something metal.

Quade didn’t hesitate. He just reacted.

And brought the bastard to the ground. Just like Slater had taught him to do so long ago.

The guy fought. And it was obvious he’d fought before. Maybe even knew karate or something like that.

But Quade more than held his own.

This guy had hurt people Quade cared about. And that was all the incentive he needed.

“Go! Find Dylan!” Quade yelled to Fletcher as the other guy actually tried to roundhouse kick him. Quade deflected. “I’ve got this guy. We need to call in the fire too. Before it spreads. Go!”

Quade showed the bastard a few roundhouse kicks of his own. Until the guy was down and not getting back up.

Then he dragged the guy from the side of the barn and the flames.