Demon Accords 10: Rogues Read Online Free Page B

animals.  Maybe we could go look at this kill site and then I’ll tell you what I think.”
     
    “Getting late.  Only a couple hours of daylight left,” Shorty said.
     
    “Then let’s get to it.  Do you have hunters out on watch?” she asked as the thought suddenly occurred to her.
     
    “No.  They’re spooked by Morris’s death.  Been hanging here, playing cards, watching movies, drinking,” Shorty answered.
     
    “Well, let’s get going.  How far is it?” she asked.
     
    “About three miles,” Buck said, turning and walking toward the Quonset hut.  Lisa followed, and the other men trailed along behind her.  She knew that if she spun around fast, she’d catch them checking out her butt.  Men.
     
    Warden Sounder, wearing a frown, turned toward his vehicle and the attached trailer as Lisa walked up even with him.  Suddenly, Brady caught her scent and came up to all four feet, barking like she was the devil’s daughter.  The young warden was caught by surprise, snapping around toward his dog, but Lisa spoke before he could do or say anything.  “Hush it,” she snapped at the Shepard, her tone low and stern.
     
    The big dog stopped barking instantly, tilting his head at her, and began whining uncertainly.
     
    “I’m no threat to him,” she said to the dog, her voice rising up to its normal range.
    The dog whined once more and lay back down next to his master in an alert but oddly submissive posture.
     
    “Whoa, Sounder, she schooled your dog,” Olson said, laughing.  The canine handler was looking at his dog in open shock, then up at the young woman who hardly weighed much more than the big Shepherd.
     
    “Brady, come here,” he finally said, moving away toward his own vehicle.  Glancing around, Lisa saw that Olson was grinning delightedly, LeClair looked surprised, and Shorty Kane wore a thoughtful expression.
     
    Turning back forward, she saw Buck Thompson watching her as well, but as soon as she started moving, he went on ahead.
     
    On the backside of the metal hut, a John Deere Gator and two ATVs were parked haphazardly.  The four-wheelers consisted of a smaller Honda Fourtrax and a big blue Polaris Sportsman with a dedicated second rider seat.  Buck started toward the Gator, then suddenly stopped and looked back at Lisa.  She waved him on.  “I’ll ride on the back of the Polaris.”
     
    Pete LeClair shot a grin at his fellow guide and headed toward the Polaris, pulling a key from his jacket pocket as he went. Olson’s expression turned sour as he headed toward the Honda.
     
    They climbed onto their rides and started motors.  Lisa was very glad for the touring seat on the Polaris, as it would give her plenty of space between herself and her driver.  Seconds after starting their engines, another motor revved up and the game warden came around the hut on his own ATV, his canine running alongside.
     
    Less then ten minutes later, they were stopping at a junction where another, much smaller, foot trail headed off at an angle.
     
    The motors shut off and shotguns came off of carry racks, at least for the three guides and the deputy. Actions cycled, chambering rounds.  The warden was just armed with his sidearm.  Lisa stepped away from the men and listened to the woods around them.  The men had become tense as soon as they stopped and now they turned and looked at the slender, unarmed young woman who appeared more relaxed then any of them.  Her head swiveled around to the east and both Shorty and Buck noticed that Brady’s head had turned in the same direction at the exact same time.  Like they were both hearing something the others couldn’t.  The two guides were ogling her form, and the game warden was just watching his dog.
     
    After a second, Lisa turned back to the men, noticing their attention.  A moment later, the big dog’s head turned back as well.
     
    “Okay, down this trail, right?  Can you let me go first?” Lisa asked, moving forward even as