Dangerous Wyoming Rescue - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 

Travis instinctively stepped forward, placing himself between Cassidy and the armed men. "Are you two from Los Diablos?"

"See that, Luke," said the one with the gun. "I told you." He laughed, "I knew it. He's a cop."

Luke was the taller of the two. He sized up Travis and Cassidy, then said, "You can't be here."

"We're looking for a girl named Brittney Frazier. We heard she might be at your camp."

Shaking his head, Luke said, "I don't know anyone by that name."

"I know she's here," said Cassidy.

Luke spoke to Travis. "You got a warrant or something?"

Cassidy continued, "She posted a picture that was geotagged from this location. Her phone is still here."

"I don't know what that phone is telling you," said Luke. "But there ain't no woman here by that name."

"We both know that you're lying," said Travis. "We also know that if this woman's daughter isn't here, then she's missing—making this the last place she was seen."

"So?" asked Rex.

"It means that I have reason to investigate and I don't need a search warrant or anything other than probable cause. You try and stop me—you go to jail."

Luke sniffed. "You think you're going to take me to jail even though Rex is the one with a gun?"

"I'm not getting shot," said Travis. "Do you know why? A young woman who doesn't want to come home brings a certain level of heat. A missing cop brings an inferno. Why don't you have Rex put away his gun and let Brittney see her mom?"

Luke spit on the ground. "Fine. Come on, then," said Luke, before starting to walk up the dirt road. Rex stayed at his side, shoving his gun back into his jeans.

Travis nodded to Cassidy. "Let's go."

The compound, more than half a mile away, consisted of a wooden lodge with a wide porch and six surrounding cabins. Beyond those dwellings, two rusted RVs were parked nearby.

Seven men stared as Travis and Cassidy walked into the center of the compound. Each of the men had a gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans. Moving closer to Travis, Cassidy slipped her hand into his and looked up to meet his gaze.

"It'll be okay," he said.

"Booth is in charge," said Luke. "You have to talk to him first."
A blond man with a goatee stepped out of the lodge's front door and paused on the porch.

"You," said Cassidy, lunging forward. Travis still held her hand. He tightened his grip, forcing her to stay at his side. Yet, he couldn't keep her quiet. "You're the one who brought my daughter out here. I demand to see her."

Booth's gaze traveled from the top of Cassidy's head to the soles of her feet. "Demand?" he asked. "You don't get to demand anything, sugar."

Travis was outmanned and outgunned. Which meant he and Cassidy had no choice but to wait and see what game Booth intended to play.