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  As the guys landed on their backs, cradling their rifles as they fell, the horses bolted toward the guard towers, their hooves racing as fast as they could, acting on pure instinct to flee the gunfire.

  The unknown attackers, hidden in the dark surroundings of Armstrong Ranch, didn’t hesitate. The fleeing horses, which were both killed instantly, were no match for the rapid fire of the automatic weapons.

  As quickly as the firing started, it stopped, and the ranch became momentarily silent. Riley Armstrong, eyes wide open, was about to yell toward his brother, but Cooper quickly covered Riley’s mouth with his gloved hand.

  “Shhh,” he whispered. “They think they’ve killed us. Otherwise they’d be rainin’ hellfire on our heads.”

  Riley nodded his understanding, and Cooper removed his hand. Riley whispered back, “We have to warn everybody.”

  “Trust me, they’ve been warned. We need to get to the guard tower, so we can get the high ground. Between your huntin’ rifle and this AR, we can hold them off until Daddy and Preacher can get everyone to safety.”

  “Coop, Daddy’s probably not back from Austin yet.”

  Cooper rose onto his knees, pointing his weapon toward the grassy hills surrounding the west side of the ranch. “Preach can handle it. Listen, we’ve got to get to cover. Let’s run behind those mounds that Antonio and the boys built for cover. Stay behind me about twenty yards. Don’t get bunched up, got it?”

  “Coop, those were machine guns. Do you think it’s the commandos?”

  “’Fraid so. C’mon.”

  Cooper ran at a low crouch at first as he moved away from the fence toward the series of mounds and trenches built under Preacher’s supervision with the ranch’s backhoe. He said silent prayers to himself as the reality set in—he and his brother could die at any moment.

  As Cooper reached cover, he glanced over his head and searched for Riley. Although it was a clear, crisp night, the new moon didn’t illuminate their movements. He suspected the shooters had fired upon the horses based upon the sound of their hooves digging into the soil.

  He searched through the sights of his rifle for any form of movement across the fences marking the western boundary of the ranch. Riley quickly joined him, huffing slightly, as he was out of breath, or possibly overcome with anxiety.

  “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked Riley, who was now gasping for air.

  Riley nodded. “Yeah, just winded. Coop, I can feel them out there, you know? They’re watching us. It’s like the walls are closing in on me.”

  “Bro, we’ve never been shot at. It’s natural to be afraid. I am. But I’m not so danged scared that I’m ready to die. We’ve gotta make it to the guard tower.”

  “What about the shooters?”

  “They’re probably closing on the ranch now, so time’s a-wastin’. Twenty yards separation. Don’t forget.”

  Cooper didn’t wait for a response, and he began to race across the open field toward the guard tower at the ranch’s south gate. As he ran, he was thankful for two things. First, they weren’t shooting at him. Second, he’d followed Duncan’s advice to wear his Reebok sneakers when he wasn’t doing ranch work. He suspected his burly brother would be building up quite a set of blisters running in his ropers.

  Cooper was out of breath when he reached the base of the guard tower. He hid behind one of the power poles used as a support and fought to regain his normal breathing. Riley still hadn’t arrived, so he peered around the post to look for his brother.

  Riley’s lumbering shadow could be seen in the distance. The physical build of the two brothers was vastly different. Cooper was taller and leaner. His body frame was ideally suited for his former profession as a bull rider. Riley was stockier and had the muscular structure of a Brahma bull. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, but his shorter legs and heavy muscle build were not suited for three-hundred-yard sprints across an open field with the possibility of bullets chasing him.

  Riley finally arrived and collapsed against the front of the post. Cooper quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled him around the back side to provide some cover from the shooters.

  “Hey! Are y’all up there?” Cooper yelled in a hushed whisper to the two Slaughter ranch hands who were supposed to be manning the guard tower at this time of the evening. After he didn’t receive a response, he tried it again. “Hey! It’s me, Cooper. Can you hear me?”

  “They ran off, Coop,” said Riley in between deep breaths. “I knew they would when the goin’ got rough.”

  “Yeah, me too.” Cooper stopped talking as he heard the sounds of two horses racing in their direction from the barns.

  Antonio and one of the ranch hands pulled to a stop before quickly dismounting. Antonio approached Cooper. “What happened?”

  “They fired upon us. The horses got spooked and ran. The shooters must’ve thought we were riding away, and they shot in the direction of the sound.”

  “Where are the guards in the tower?”

  “Gone.”

  “Cabróne.” Antonio muttered the Spanish vulgarity, which referred to an adult male goat, loosely translated to mean bastards. He looked around and then asked, “Where are your horses?”

  “Dead, I think,” replied Cooper.

  Antonio grimaced. “Take one of ours back to the ranch. I’ll round up the families while Pedro takes over tower watch. We’ll meet back at the barns.”

  “What are we gonna do with everybody?” asked Riley.

  “The bunker, based on what Preacher was just saying. He wants us to fall back to defend the ranch house.”

  Cooper helped his brother to his feet. “Okay, hurry.”

  It was too late. The shooters began firing upon them again. All the guys hit the ground and began to scramble for protection.

  “They’re comin’ at us so fast!” Riley exclaimed as he crawled on his belly to another post. He chambered a round in his hunting rifle and looked through his scope for the source of the gunfire.

  “It’s coming from down the road near that abandoned well,” said Cooper. “I saw the muzzle flash the last go-round.”

  Antonio turned to his ranch hand and patted him on the shoulder. He pointed upward. “Climb the ladder, and we’ll cover you.”

  As the man ascended the stairs, Antonio turned to Cooper. “How many shooters?” asked Antonio as he glanced upward. His man had reached the protection of the guardhouse.

  “Two, I—” started Cooper before more bullets ripped into the heavy-duty support posts.

  “They’re closer,” shouted Riley. He returned fire in the general direction of where the shots had come from. That turned out to be a mistake.

  Suddenly, the night erupted in a hail of gunfire coming from at least two positions surrounding the tower. The guys were pinned down, trying their best to blend in with the posts.

  Antonio, Cooper, and Riley began to return fire into the darkness while the new guard opened up on the shooters’ positions with his AK-47. The structure was designed to provide ballistic protection, but unfortunately, the single tower guard didn’t have any backup.

  The guys had never been in a gun battle like this one, and they quickly reverted to the Taliban style of shooting at their enemy—stick the rifle around the corner and squeeze the trigger.

  “Guys, we don’t have the numbers, and we’re outgunned,” said Cooper. “My extra magazines were on my horse. They could overtake us in a matter of minutes.”

  The ranch hand fired off another spurt from his weapon, which drew an immediate response from the well-hidden shooters. The bullets tore into the walls of the guardhouse, causing splinters to fall on the guys’ heads.

  “Take a horse and go. Now!” shouted Antonio.

  “What about you?” asked Riley.

  “I’ll try to hold them off. Get back to the ranch and get our families safe.”

  Cooper waved to Riley, instructing him to join him at Antonio’s horse.

  “Cover me!” shouted Antonio to the ranch hand as
he slung his rifle over his shoulder and began to climb the ladder.

  His man began to shoot in the direction of the abandoned oil wells, prompting dozens of rounds of return fire. He screamed in agony before his body could be heard hitting the floor of the tower.

  “Antonio, it’s over,” shouted Cooper. “We’ve gotta go.”

  “I can cover you,” Antonio insisted as he continued to climb.

  More gunshots filled the air as the bullets imbedded into the posts and ladder where Antonio was climbing. Momentarily, as if in suspended animation, his body fell backwards toward the ground.

  Riley raced below him and held out his arms, hoping to break their longtime friend’s fall. A second later, Antonio crashed into his arms and knocked them both to the ground.

  “He’s been hit!” shouted Riley, holding out his bloody arms for Cooper to see.

  Cooper dismounted and raced to their side. Antonio’s left hand was bleeding. A gaping bullet wound had created a hole in the palm of his hand and through the other side.

  Antonio had a red bandana tied around his neck, which Cooper quickly used as a way to slow the bleeding.

  “Can you ride?”

  “Yeah.”

  Without another word, the three men scrambled for the horses, who’d remained remarkably calm during the melee. They’d been tied to the fence twenty yards away. Unlike the Armstrongs’ horses, which had pranced over the bullets thrown in their direction, these two were unaffected.

  Riley helped Antonio onto the back of Cooper’s horse, and the trio sped off toward the faint light of the ranch house, hoping they didn’t take a bullet in the back.

  Chapter 2

  January 23

  The Armstrong Ranch

  Borden County, Texas

  “Miss Lucy, we don’t have a choice,” started Preacher as he frantically herded women and children toward the barn constructed over their two buried nuclear bunkers. “There’s a war going on over there. At least the boys are keeping the shooters busy while we round up the families.”

  “Preach, if we get overrun—” Lucy Armstrong began to argue her point when more gunfire could be heard coming from the north gate.

  Preacher turned away and hollered at everyone to hurry. The children and their mothers were hunched over, running toward the barn where the underground bunkers were located. He left Lucy standing alone in the yard. She frantically looked around. Where are my children? Where is my husband?

  Major had still not returned from his unexpected trip to Austin. Earlier that day, a helicopter had arrived at the ranch unannounced. It had been dispatched at the request of Texas President Marion Burnett. Major had been whisked away in the chopper with barely an opportunity to say goodbye. She hadn’t heard from him since and only assumed he’d be back soon.

  While Lucy needed the comfort and protection he’d always given her, she wasn’t sure it would be safe for him to arrive in the middle of an attack, or whatever this was.

  Two horses galloped in her direction from the east. She immediately saw the white mare that Sook rode and assumed it was her daughter racing alongside.

  “Momma! Momma! Are you okay?” Palmer shouted as they sped into the opening between the ranch house and the barn. She pulled back on the reins of her horse, bringing him to an abrupt stop.

  “I’m fine, but I don’t know where your brothers are,” replied Lucy as she held the reins of Sook’s horse, enabling her to dismount quickly.

  “What can we do?” asked Sook.

  “Sook, we’ve heard lots of gunfire coming from the area of the guard tower,” began Lucy. “Palmer, your brothers were riding the western fence tonight.”

  Palmer quickly spun around and moved toward her horse. “I’ll go get them.”

  Lucy reached for her daughter’s arm and stopped her. “No, Palmer, you can’t. That wasn’t sporadic gunfire. It sounded like a war movie.”

  “We’ve gotta get them, Momma,” she pleaded.

  “No, we need to take cover. You and Sook need to get into the bunker for protection. The guys can take care of themselves, and Preacher’s men will defend the ranch.”

  Sook looked at Palmer and shook her head. “I will fight.”

  “Me too, Momma. This is our home. I will not hide in the bunker while they steal our stuff and burn it down like they did to the Slaughters’ old place.”

  Lucy stood firm. “Honey, the Slaughters lost their ranch, but at least they’re alive. If these are the North Korean commandos Duncan and Sook warned us about, then we’re no match for them. You’ve got to get inside. Please.”

  Palmer stood a little taller. “What are you gonna do?”

  “Well, I’m gonna stay outside and wait for the boys and your father,” replied Lucy.

  Palmer glanced at Sook as if to confirm she was speaking for both of them. Then she bowed up. “Momma, so will we.”

  “Dang it, young lady. You’re so stubborn.”

  “Helpful,” Palmer shot back.

  Sook stepped forward and gently put her hand on Lucy’s shoulder. In a soft, calming voice, she said with a chuckle, “She is just like her mother.”

  Lucy touched her future daughter-in-law’s hand and returned a comforting smile. “Do you always tell the truth?”

  Sook smiled and replied, “Only to my family and God. Otherwise, one never knows.”

  “Okay, Momma?” asked Palmer before adding, “Sook and I will cover the area around the barns while everyone gets settled. When the boys get back, the four of us will defend the house, along with you and Preach.”

  “I’m sure your Daddy will be along soon,” added Lucy.

  “Have you tried to raise Duncan on the radio he gave us?” asked Palmer.

  “Your father took it with him. I don’t have a way to contact either one of them.”

  “Good grief, Momma. We can’t contact Duncan for help?”

  “Honey, we’re on our own. We’ve got to defend the ranch ourselves.”

  Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of horses coming between the barns toward them.

  “¡Arriba, arriba! ¡Ándale, ándale!” shouted Preacher as the last of the ranch families arrived at the barn. He frantically waved for them to enter. Then he shouted to the women, “I hear horses! Be ready!”

  Palmer and Sook raced toward the two horse pens, which provided a chute into the barn area. Any riders approaching the house from the west would have to travel between the fences around the pen. Lucy ran to Preacher’s side with her pistol drawn.

  Riley led the way and hollered as he approached, “It’s me and Coop. Don’t shoot. We need help! Antonio’s been shot.”

  They pulled the horses to a stop, and Preacher helped his number one man off the horse. They slowly walked toward the barn, where a lantern provided enough light to see the damage.

  Lucy pulled the bandana off his hand and examined his gunshot wound. “He’ll live. The bullet went through and through, but we need to patch up his hand to stop the bleeding. Let me get him in the house, and Sook can assist.”

  “Momma, there’s no time,” interrupted Cooper. “The Slaughters’ men ran off, and one of the hands was killed taking their place in the tower. You and Antonio need to get in the bunker. Fix him up down there.”

  “I’ll be fine,” protested Antonio. “Wrap it up again and give me a rifle.” He attempted to walk away, and then his knees buckled.

  “He’s lost too much blood,” said Preacher, who turned to Antonio. “Besides, he can be useful down there with the families. Please, my friend. Find Maria and take care of your wound. You know how to keep everyone calm and also how to operate everything. We’ll hold them off until help arrives.”

  Reluctantly, Antonio nodded and made his way to the hatch. He held his bloodied hand inside his jacket to obscure it from the children.

  “Is that everybody?” asked Lucy.

  “Yes, except for our ranch hands who were on patrol at the barnyard.”

  Lucy moved forward to help Pr
eacher cover the hatch with straw and hay. She turned to Riley. “Son, please fire up the bunker generator so we can get the air flowing. The lights and electrical are working off the batteries charged by the solar array.”

  “Okay.”

  As Riley departed for the side of the ranch house to start the generator, Lucy turned to Cooper. “Coop, is he okay? He seems pretty shaken.”

  Cooper removed his hat and wiped the sweat off his brow. “Y’all, the first shots ripped the dirt up right in front of us. The horses threw us both and took off. Seconds later, another round of bullets killed them both. If we hadn’t been thrown, um, well, we’d be goners.”

  Lucy rushed to Cooper’s side and hugged him. She couldn’t hold back the tears as she considered the thought of losing a member of her family. Preacher’s hand on her shoulder reminded her that they had to get ready.

  “Miss Lucy,” he began, “we really have to—”

  Gunfire tore into the barn behind them. Palmer shrieked, and everyone ducked for cover.

  “They’re coming!” said Preacher. “Everyone, listen up. We need to spread out. Palmer and Sook, I need you to cover the south side past the water well and the storage shed. Coop, I’ve got two men watching the southwest over by the silos. Find them and send one of the guys back here.”

  “I’m on it,” said Cooper. He joined Palmer and Sook as they raced to their posts.

  “Riley, I need you to bring your truck to the back of the ranch house,” began Preacher. He then turned to Lucy. “We have to assume that help isn’t coming. I need you and Riley to put as many weapons and cans of ammo into Red Rover as it will hold. We have to be prepared to abandon the ranch.”

  Lucy protested. “No way, Preach! This is our home. We can do this! Plus, Major and Duncan will be here to help.”

  Preacher grabbed her by both shoulders. “We don’t know that for certain, Lucy. We have to consider a plan B in case something goes wrong. Please, we don’t have much time.”

  Lucy scowled and then relented. She hustled to the house and was inside the front door as the next rounds of gunfire erupted. Once inside, she took a deep breath and looked around the home, which had been in the Armstrong family since the 1800s.