Jackson: Montana Bounty Hunters: Dead Horse, MT, #9
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MONTANA BOUNTY HUNTERS: DEAD HORSE, MT
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The games begin when a bounty hunter, who likes working alone, clashes with a cable TV showrunner who's determined to make him a part of her show…
Jackson Black's life is just fine. He is free to work when he wants, as much as he wants. He has the freedom of the open road, nothing and nobody weighing him down—until he crosses paths with a group of bounty hunters deep in a national forest, who are trying to steal his skip from under him. Worse, the hunters have a film crew with them, led by a woman who won't take no when he refuses to sign a contract for the use of the footage her crew has filmed. After giving her his firm no thank you, he loads his skip into his vehicle and drives away.
Rachel Cabot didn't get where she is, the showrunner for her network's two highest-rated cable shows, without being committed to her job. She'll do whatever it takes. If it means following Jackson Brown then catching him on tape doing something sketchy to "convince" him to do what she wants, so be it. However, she suffers immediate remorse and decides to apologize to Jackson but can never find the right moment to do so. What she doesn't know is that Jackson has turned the tables on her.
When Jackson is invited to join the hunters on a high-value takedown, with Rachel's crew accompanying them, their personal stakes just get higher.
Delilah Devlin
Always a risk taker, Delilah Devlin lived in the Saudi Peninsula during the Gulf War, thwarted an attempted abduction by white slave traders, and survived her children’s juvenile delinquency. In addition to Saudi Arabia, she has lived in Germany and Ireland, but calls Arkansas home for now.
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Jackson - Delilah Devlin
Chapter 1
Jackson Black crept closer to the encampment, going to his belly as he neared the clearing where the group was partying. Light from a fire penetrated the foliage, giving him enough illumination that he could clearly see the occupants of the campsite.
Pulling his binoculars from a pocket on his vest, he peered around the group ringing the open fire. They were all drinking beer and passing a blunt, person-to-person, around the loop. They were laughing, mostly looking droopy-eyed and chill. They made enough noise that it masked the sounds of him crawling toward their clearing.
Sweeping the group with his lenses, he paused when he found her. Christine Pollack. Mud-colored, curly hair cut chin-length. Pale eyes. Slim. Not bad-looking, just generally unkempt. She wore a tank top, cutoff jeans, and short hiking boots with slouchy socks. A tattoo of a spider’s web trailed from her right shoulder up the side of her neck. Another of a dragon snaked up her left thigh.
His target was seated on the ground between the spread knees of a male who sat on a camp stool. The male was scrawny but hard-faced. A long scar stretched from one eyebrow down his cheek and disappeared into his beard. He was the boyfriend Chrissy’s mother had described. The one who’d led her down a fool’s path, straight to the devil.
Jackson didn’t believe in devils or righteous paths—or following the rules. Certainly, neither Chrissy nor Nate Stritch liked following rules. However, they’d bent them until they’d broken, robbing a gas station outside Butte before joining this group of losers squatting inside the Bitterroot National Forest on the Montana side of the park.
What looked like a tiny deer was roasting on a spit over the fire. The scent of roasting meat and marijuana burning was what had given Jackson his second break of the day. After slipping a hundred to a friend of Chrissy’s who’d known they were heading toward the forest and getting the approximate area they’d be camped, he’d been looking for a needle in a haystack until he’d smelled the roasted meat and sagey weed.
Jackson had plenty of paper on Chrissy. How she’d been granted bail when she’d already had a court date for another charge was beyond him. Nate, he’d leave for another day when the bondsman who’d handled his bail got really worried. Chrissy had a prior charge for taking a joyride in a stolen front loader. The two-time loser was worth more to him. Although getting them both would’ve been nice, he knew taking Chrissy, when he was working alone, was the smart thing to do.
He placed his binoculars back into his vest and then pulled out his camera to film the rest of the group. He was sure he’d see them again, and it was good to remember faces and the places folks like this thought were safe to hide out. Now, he just had to wait until she headed into the shadows to take a piss. He’d take her then.
Rustling sounded to his side, and he lowered his head, peering under the brush to see whether it was more of Chrissy’s friends or an animal approaching.
Instead, he caught the silhouette of a man and the glint of something shiny on his belt.
Fuck, had the law found them, too? Or was someone here to scoop his bounty out from under him?
He remained still, waiting to see what would unfold while keeping his eye on Chrissy because she was his target, and no one was getting to her first. He got to his knees, ready to spring into the clearing.
Stand down,
came a whisper to his left.
Jackson swore softly and darted a glance toward a woman who placed a finger over her lips.
We have them surrounded,
she said.
Hunters?
he hissed.
She nodded.
More rustling sounded behind him, but he didn’t look back. His gaze went to his target. Chrissy’s mine,
he said.
We’ll see. Looks like there’s plenty to go around,
she said, her teeth flashing white from the shadows.
When shit goes down, I’m heading for her.
The woman blinked. You hear that, Hard-man?
Then she smiled at Jackson. She’s yours. Just don’t get in the way.
Are there more than two of you?
he asked.
Four for the takedown,
she whispered. Plus, some looky-loos. Sit tight. Cowboy’s going in.
And that’s when he knew who the hunters were—and who the looky-loos likely were. And likely who the female hunter beside him was—Marti Mills of naked-body-shop fame. Fucking shit.
Suddenly, a tall figure strode into the clearing, and the men and women sitting around the fire shot to their feet. Chrissy’s gaze shot sideways, and Jackson put his knuckles in the dirt, leaning forward, ready to follow should she run.
Name’s Cowboy,
the tall man said as he moved closer. He held out his hands. Before you reach for any weapons, you might want to listen to what I have to say first.
Who the fuck are you?
Nate shouted, shoving Chrissy forward as he backed away a foot or two, his hand already sliding down his side to the scabbard strapped to his thigh.
I’m a Fugitive Recovery Agent.
A what?
another man said, his thick dark eyebrows nearly meeting over his nose.
A fucking bounty hunter,
another man said.
I know you,
said yet another. You’re one of those hunters out of Dead Horse.
Seeing as you know me,
Cowboy said, giving the man a hard smile, you’ll know some of my friends, too. You’re gonna meet ’em all. We’ve got you surrounded.
The hell you do,
Nate said, backing up another foot and glancing behind him.
Chrissy darted another glance toward the side, and Jackson pushed up to his feet. The second she decided to run, he dashed into the clearing, unwilling to let her leave his sight.
Around him, coolers crashed while bodies fled in different directions. He didn’t care. The Dead Horse team could handle the rest. He wasn’t letting Chrissy go. He followed her into the darkness, catching glimpses of pale legs and a white tank, hearing her choppy breaths as she ran.
Behind him, he heard more footsteps in pursuit, but he wasn’t letting them get ahead of him. They weren’t touching his bounty.
Don’t lose him,
a female’s voice said behind him.
Him? Were they thinking he’d lead them to Chrissy and then insert themselves between him and his quarry? Like hell,
he muttered to himself.
Moonlight barely pierced the canopy above him, but Chrissy’s footsteps were slowing. She sounded winded and wouldn’t last much longer. He slowed his steps, ignoring the sounds behind him, all his focus on the woman ahead of him. He wanted to take her down but didn’t necessarily want to do her any harm. It was against his code to rough up a bounty even though, legally, he had more rights than cops to do so—or at least fewer consequences.
Ahead, he heard a cry and a dull thud. Likely, Chrissy had tripped and fallen. He slowed, whipped out his flashlight, and approached slowly.
She was lying on her belly, pushing up from the damp leaves and dirt, her hair looking wild with leaves and small branches sticking out around her head.
Jesus…fuck,
she muttered breathlessly, and then her shoulders began shaking.
Christine Pollack,
he said, keeping his voice calm as he approached, I’m taking you to jail.
He moved the flashlight to his left hand and unsnapped his taser from his vest as he crouched a bit, ready to act but wanting to see whether she was ready to comply or would pull a weapon from a pocket of her cutoffs. He kept an ear tuned to whoever was behind him, but as long as they kept their distance and didn’t interfere, he’d ignore them.
Why don’t you just walk away?
she said in a small, surprisingly girlish voice.
Because I have a job to do, Chrissy,
he said, taking another step. You blew off your date with the judge. I have to bring you in.
I didn’t do nothing,
she said, pushing up from the ground to her knees but not turning toward him. I don’t deserve this.
The police would beg to differ, sweetheart,
he said, keeping his voice calm and hoping it worked to calm her nerves. Sometimes, you had to talk to a skip like they were a feral animal and hope you could get in close enough to put a collar on them for their own good.
If you’re right,
he continued, and you did nothing, you’ll get your chance to tell the judge what really happened.
Again, he stepped closer until he was only a foot away from her.
She jerked her head to look back at him. Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving dirty tracks. I didn’t rob that gas station. Nate did it.
That’s good to know,
he said, raising his flashlight high enough that she could see his face and hands, too. But not why I’m here. It’s about that joyride you took in the front loader.
Her eyebrows lowered. I only borrowed it. Just for kicks. Leonard Marx, the son of the man who owns it, was there with me, but he ran off into the woods and lied when the police asked him about it. Said I lied. He’s just afraid his old man will kick his ass.
Sounds like you’ll have plenty to say to the judge. But right now, I need you to lie back down and put your hands behind you. I’m taking you in.
Her gaze flickered over him. Likely, she thought she might be able to take him. Jackson knew his appearance didn’t intimidate. His body was trim rather than weighed down with bulky muscle. His hair was long, reaching his shoulders, and his mustache and goatee made him look more like a musician or artist rather than a bounty hunter. But she’d be underestimating his strength. Most skips did.
When her gaze flicked quickly to the side, a tell, he darted that way and took her to the ground before she had a chance to rush forward more than a step. Jackson dropped his taser and his flashlight and wrestled with the woman. Whether it was adrenaline, the drugs racing around her system,