A wounded police officer lay dying alone in the brutal desert heat pinned down by a sniper’s bullet she was out of water out of time and out of hope she looked at the one single bullet left in her gun and she knew it wasn’t for him she was praying for a miracle and God answered a retired war dog and the Navy SEAL who owed him his life were just out for a run what they found and what that loyal K9 did next is a story of courage and faith you have to see to believe Before we begin tell us where you are watching from

and if this story touches your heart please subscribe for more The heat of the Mojave Desert settled over Red Rock Flats Arizona like a heavy woolen blanket it was a silence measured in degrees a vast baked earth stillness that seemed to stretch into eternity the sky was an unforgiving expanse of pale blue and the sun beat down on the rust colored canyons drawing the moisture from everything that lived this was a place of harsh beauty a land of survivalists both human and animal for most it was a place to pass through quickly for Jason Lewis it was the closest thing he had to home

Jason ran with an easy ground eating stride his boots kicking up small puffs of red dust he was a man built of discipline muscle and quiet intensity his features sharp his eyes the color of the desert sky weary but missing nothing as a Navy seal his body was a tool honed for worlds far removed from this peaceful desolation his work was loud chaotic and saturated with the adrenaline of close quarters conflict this quiet ranch this vast emptiness was his decompression chamber he was on leave a rare break from the rhythm of deployment

and he had come here to the old family ranch to clear his head and honor a ghost this land had belonged to his father a quiet sun weathered man who had spoken more to his horses than to people his father had found peace in the solitude in the simple brutal logic of ranch life Jason had loved the man but the quiet had suffocated him as a youth he had chosen the trident over the branding iron the ocean over the desert now returning after his father’s passing Jason found himself craving the very silence he had once fled the stillness forced him to confront the noise

inside his own head the echoes of missions past and the uncertainty of the future running beside him matching him step for step was shadow shadow was a German Shepherd noble and imposing though his muzzle was threaded with dignified gray he was 8 years old retired and carried his own scars unlike the local ranch dogs shadow moved with a focused military precision his intelligent eyes constantly scanning his gait powerful and sure he was Jason’s partner his shadow in the truest sense and the living breathing reason Jason was still alive

the steady rhythm of their run boot falls and paw falls synchronized in the dust pulled Jason back as it often did to a different kind of heat a different kind of dust Afghanistan the air had tasted of copper and fear they were on patrol moving through a village that felt wrong too quiet the world had vanished in a flash of blinding white and deafening thunder the I E d explosion had thrown Jason against a compound wall shattering his leg and filling his world with ringing silence he was exposed disoriented

the rest of his team pinned down by the ambush that followed through the haze of smoke and pain a dark shape materialized shadow the dog was frantic barking but not in fear it was a command shadow ignoring the bullets that kicked up dust around him seized Jason’s vest in his powerful jaws and began to drag him he dragged his 190 pound handler backward inch by painful inch toward the meager cover of a crumbled doorway shadow had not left him he had laid his body over Jason’s barking furiously at the attackers until the rest of the team

could fight their way forward only later in the meta vac chaos did Jason realize the dog was bleeding a piece of shrapnel had torn through Shadow’s shoulder the injury had been severe ending his distinguished career as a K9 operator now he was simply Jason’s dog a title he seemed to wear with the same quiet pride as his service medals their bond was forged in loyalty sealed in fire and blood that memory was why Jason ran he ran to prove his leg was still strong and he ran because shadow despite his retirement still needed a mission

their mission today was endurance 10 miles through the Canyon lands miles from any paved road they were deep into the run the sun climbing toward its APEX when the rhythm broke shadow stopped he did not just slow down he stopped dead his body instantly rigid Jason halted immediately his own senses flaring he scanned the rocky ridges above them a hawk a coyote what is it boy Jason murmured resting a hand on the dog’s powerful neck shadow ignored him his head was high his ears locked forward his black nose twitching rapidly as he tasted the air

a low soft woof escaped his throat this was not his rabbit alert this was not his snake alert this was his work alert the posture was unmistakable it was the same stance he took moments before locating a hidden explosives cache Jason’s demeanor shifted the son visiting his past was gone replaced by the operator he trusted the dog’s instincts more than his own eyes show me he said his voice quiet shadow moved forward not running but trotting with purpose his focus locked on something around the next bend of the trail Jason followed his steps now light

his eyes scanning the terrain for threats his mind analyzing the wind what had the dog smelled there was no gunpowder just the dry scent of sagebrush and hot rock and something else something faint and acrid antifreeze shadow LED him off the worn cattle trail toward the edge of a deep dry Arroyo carved into the desert floor the gully was 30 feet down its steep sandy banks littered with scrub brush and boulders the dog stopped at the precipice looking down Jason moved up beside him and followed his gaze

his blood ran cold down in the gully hidden from the trail was a vehicle it was a police SUV marked with the gold and brown emblem of the Red Rock Flats Sheriff’s Department it was nose down crumpled against a large boulder it had not just rolled it looked like it had been driven off the edge at speed a thin tendril of steam or perhaps smoke rose from the crushed engine block the vehicle was utterly still the silence that had been peaceful moments before now felt heavy and threatening Jason analyzed the scene in a fraction of a second no tracks on his side of the gully

the crash was recent the engine still hot but there was no movement no one climbing out no one calling for help shadow looked up at Jason his intelligent eyes asking the question Jason gave the dog a quiet command to stay his mind already calculating the fastest safest way down the treacherous slope Jason did not move toward the edge of the Arroyo he held up a single closed fist the silent command that shadow obeyed instantly the dog froze sinking low to the ground his tan and black coat blending perfectly with the dried brush Jason’s heart hammered a steady controlled rhythm against his ribs

the operator had taken over the sun on leave was gone he trusted Shadow’s work alert implicitly it meant man and it meant threat he unslung the binoculars from his pack he did not risk silhouetting himself against the pale blue sky instead he crawled on his belly to a cluster of sun baked boulders finding a small gap that gave him a view of the gully below he brought the optics to his eyes the police SUV was down there just as he’d seen but his initial assessment had been wrong it was not crumpled from a crash

it was parked angled awkwardly as if the driver had tried to turn too sharply both driver’s side tires were flat shredded the driver’s window was a spider web of fractured glass the smoke he had seen was not smoke at all it was heat a shimmering mirage rising from the SUV’s dark paint distorted by the rising steam from a cracked radiator he adjusted the focus his breath held there was movement a flash of dark blue uniform low inside the vehicle near the passenger side someone was alive someone was hiding then the desert silence was split apart crack

the sound was sharp definitive it was not the low boom of a handgun it was the supersonic snap of a high velocity rifle round traveling faster than the sound it made a split second later the thwip of the bullet impacting metal echoed up the Canyon wall a new gleaming silver divot appeared on the engine block of the SUV Jason didn’t flinch he scanned the opposite ridge the only logical place for a shooter to be it took him less than 10 seconds 600 yards out nestled in a V of reddish rock he saw the faint distortion of a heat haze rising

not from rock but from a rifle barrel a glint of light a scope this was not an accident this was not a breakdown it was a siege a calculated execution Officer Aria Vance gritted her teeth tasting the copper of fear and the grit of the desert floor she was pressed against the passenger side door panel the only part of the vehicle offering any real cover Stupid Aria stupid stupid stupid she whispered the words lost in the ringing of her ears Aria was a five year veteran of the Red Rock Flats department a woman known for her quiet

competence and unwavering resolve she had dark hair now plastered to her forehead with sweat and eyes that had seen too much in this supposedly quiet town she had been a big city cop until a personal tragedy drove her to the desert seeking peace she had found none the call had been perfect bait a report of illegal chemical dumping in the canyons far from the main highway it was the very thing she had been secretly investigating for months the dark underside of Silas Croft’s lucrative mining operations she had been so sure she was close to a breakthrough

that she’d ignored protocol she hadn’t logged her destination she hadn’t requested backup she had driven out alone the first shot had destroyed her front tire sending the SUV skidding into the dry wash the second had taken out the rear tire the third had punched through her radio console filling the cab with the smell of ozone and burning plastic the fourth had been for her it had torn through the door frame sending shrapnel and a piece of the bullet itself into her left shoulder now she was bleeding

the wound was a deep searing graze a hot coal pressed against her flesh but it wasn’t lethal the heat would be the temperature inside the SUV was well over 120 degrees her canteen which she’d grabbed before crawling low was almost empty she allowed herself one small sip swishing the lukewarm water over her cracked lips before swallowing it wasn’t enough she looked at her sidearm lying on the floor mat beside her her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for it she ejected the magazine empty she had fired all 15 rounds toward the ridge

in a futile angry response but she knew as all officers did that she had one left she pulled back the slide just enough to check there it was a single brass cased round in the chamber Arya took a deep shuddering breath that one was not for the shooter it was for her she would not let them drag her out of this vehicle she would not let them take her her resolve hardened the sniper on the ridge could have her life but he could not have her from his overlook Jason watched and analyzed the sniper was good patient he was using the heat mirage rising from the Canyon floor

to obscure his own position while the same mirage made a return shot from the officer almost impossible the distance was challenging but not impossible for a trained marksman the shooter wasn’t trying to penetrate the vehicle’s engine block for a kill he was disabling it he was pinning his target this was a professional Jason realized the flat tires the destroyed radio the non lethal but debilitating wound the sniper wasn’t planning to miss he was planning to wait he would let the Arizona sun do the heavy lifting it was brutal efficient and left little evidence

in a few hours she would be incapacitated by heat stroke by nightfall she would be gone Jason’s jaw tightened he and shadow were the only variables in this equation the sniper did not know they were here he looked at shadow the dog was quivering not with fear but with anticipation he knew this drill his intelligent eyes were locked on Jason waiting for the signal not yet boy Jason whispered he slid backward from the rock moving into a shallow depression where he could not be seen he needed a plan he had no long gun

only the handgun he was permitted to carry on leave a 600 yard handgun shot was impossible that left only one option close the distance he would have to cross the open valley get to the Arroyo and use the gully itself as a trench to approach the SUV but the last hundred yards were open a sloped beach of sand and gravel the sniper would see him instantly he needed a distraction a big one he looked back at the ridge the sniper was comfortable he had the high ground the superior weapon and all the time in the world

Jason checked his watch the heat was intensifying the officer in the SUV did not have all the time in the world he and shadow began to move not toward the sniper but in a wide circling flanking maneuver keeping the ridge between themselves and the shooter they would approach the gully from the rear upstream as they moved shadow suddenly stopped nosing at something half buried in the sand near a Mesquite bush Jason knelt it was a brass casing a point three zero eight but this one was old tarnished this was not the sniper’s position

this was a place where someone practiced no Jason realized this was where the sniper had zeroed his rifle probably days ago he had known this location he had planned this exact ambush Jason’s respect for his opponent ticked up along with his anger he gave Shadow’s head a rough pat come on boy let’s change the plan they reached the back of the Arroyo and began their approach moving low and fast sand grating under their boots and paws they got within 100 yards of the SUV Jason could hear her now a faint

pained cough he moved up his back against the sandy embankment until he could just see her through the shattered rear window he watched as she picked up her sidearm he watched her reject the empty magazine he watched her check the chamber he saw her look at the single bullet he understood he knew exactly what that last bullet meant shadow whined a low distressed sound he could smell her pain her fear Jason put a firm hand on the dog’s side easy he whispered his voice a low growl we’re going in but we’re doing it my way

the image of Aria Vance checking the single round in her chamber burned into Jason’s mind there was no time for a complex plan there was only time for action he was 100 yards away separated by a sun scorched open stretch of gravel and sand the sniper on the ridge was patient comfortable and held all the power Jason had to break that power dynamic he had to shatter the sniper’s comfort he looked at shadow the Shepherd was vibrating with restrained energy his dark intelligent eyes fixed on Jason waiting for the one word he lived for

Jason leaned close his lips brushing the dog’s upright ear he pointed across the Arroyo to the opposite bank it was a barren slope offering no cover but it was a different quadrant from the sniper’s current focus shadow Jason whispered his voice low and firm the bank zag go it was a command from their shared past it meant run fast run erratic and draw fire shadow did not hesitate he exploded from Jason’s side like a black and tan missile he scrambled up the loose scree of the Arroyo bank hitting the flat desert floor not in a straight line but in a powerful

unpredictable zigzag pattern he was a blur of motion kicking up a plume of red dust a living barking target charging into the open 600 yards away the sniper saw the movement through his scope his concentration which had been lazily focused on the immobile police SUV snapped a K9 where did a K9 come from his professional calm fractured replaced by a surge of adrenaline a dog met a handler the situation had just changed from a simple execution to a complex threat he cursed under his breath wrenching the heavy rifle barrel away from the SUV

and sweeping it toward the charging dog the Shepherd was fast much faster than a human target and its erratic path made tracking difficult he LED the dog by a foot squeezed the trigger and prayed crack the rifle’s report echoed flatly across the desert the shot missed shadow didn’t even flinch the bullet kicked up a geyser of dirt 3 feet to his left and the dog just changed direction continuing his high speed distraction but the shot was all Jason needed the instant the sound of the sniper’s rifle reached him Jason was moving he burst from the cover of the Arroyo

his body low his legs pumping he was not just running he was executing a tactical sprint the kind that had carried him across exposed alleys in hostile cities he sprinted for 10 yards then dropped rolling behind a pathetic cluster of dried sagebrush that offered no real cover only visual disruption he was up again in a second he knew the sniper would be chambering a new round his eyes still trying to reacquire the fast moving dog Jason had maybe three seconds he covered another 20 yards the gravel crunching loudly under his boots

inside the SUV Aria heard the second shot it hadn’t hit her it sounded different farther away then she heard it footsteps close crunching on the gravel fast and heavy her blood turned to ice he’s coming down he’s coming to finish it her training her survival instinct overruled the fog of pain and heat she grabbed her sidearm from the floor mat this was it the last bullet she would not die kneeling she scrambled wincing as her wounded shoulder screamed and repositioned herself behind the relative safety of the engine block

she pointed her weapon toward the front of the SUV her hands shaking her breathing ragged she braced the gun with both hands thumbing the hammer back Jason covered the last 50 yards in a desperate lung searing burst he didn’t run to the door he ran past the vehicle using its bulk as moving cover clearing the front bumper a man’s shape blurred in her vision he was tall broad and moving with terrifying speed he rounded the front of the truck Aria screamed a dry horse sound and centered the pistol sights squarely on his chest her finger tightened on the trigger

wait Jason yelled freezing in a half crouch his hands raised slightly palms out they locked eyes the world seemed to stop the crushing heat the ringing in her ears the pain in her shoulder it all faded Jason saw her he saw the sweat and dirt streaking her face the dark matted hair plastered to her skull he saw the terror in her eyes but beneath it he saw an iron core of Defiance she was wounded exhausted and dying of heat but she was still a fighter ready to take him with her he saw resilience Aria saw him he was not the enemy he was not the killer

from the ridge his eyes were not cold or malicious they were a startling clear blue and they were filled with an impossible assessing calm he was not here to hurt her he was here to help in that instant she knew it with absolute certainty she saw trust her hands trembled violently a single choked sob escaped her lips the pistol lowered then fell from her numb fingers clattering onto the sand he’s he’s on the ridge she whispered the last of her adrenaline abandoning her I know Jason said his voice dropping becoming a soothing anchor

he moved forward his eyes never leaving hers and knelt beside her I’m Jason you’re safe he put a hand on her uninjured shoulder a simple grounding touch as he did shadow his mission complete bounded down into the Arroyo and slid to a halt at Jason’s side his chest heaving his pink tongue lolling the dog immediately nudged his head under Aria’s hand offering comfort Jason glanced back at the ridge he didn’t need his binoculars to know the sniper was gone the watcher on the ridge had seen it all he had missed the dog a blow to his professional pride

then he had seen the second man the operator move with a speed and efficiency that told him this was no local hiker this was a professional like him his mission was compromised his target was no longer isolated his position was known he was now facing two mobile targets one a K9 the other a man who moved like a ghost a professional knows when to cut his losses he gathered his brass casing packed his rifle and melted back into the rocky landscape vanishing as if he had never been there the silence of the desert returned

but the oppressive threatening weight was gone it was just the wind the heat and the sound of breathing Arya looked at the man then at the magnificent dog beside him you she started her voice cracking where did you come from just out for a run Jason said his voice gentle he was already shrugging off his small hydration pack let’s look at that shoulder my name is Jason that’s shadow we’re going to get you out of here Aria leaned her head back against the hot metal of the SUV closing her eyes for just a moment

she felt the dog’s solid warmth against her leg and heard the man’s confident voice as he began to work on her wound he had said she was safe and for the first time since that 9 1 1 call she believed it the adrenaline that had held ariavance together evaporated leaving her shivering despite the oppressive heat the world began to tilt the red rocks blurring at the edges hey Jason’s voice cut through the fog sharp but not unkind stay with me officer you’re safe but we’re not done he knelt his movements economical and precise he was already shrugging off his small

tactical backpack that vehicle is a hot box he stated his eyes scanning the Arroyo we’re moving Arya tried to push herself up with her good arm but her muscles felt like water I can I can walk I know Jason didn’t offer to help he simply slid his arm behind her back and another under her knees lifting her as if she weighed nothing the strength he exerted was effortless controlled it was so sudden and absolute that she didn’t even have time to protest he carried her the 20 yards to the opposite side of the gully where the steep rock wall of the Arroyo offered a deep

merciful shadow he set her down gently bracing her against the cooler sandstone shadow immediately moved to her side not pressing just sitting close a solid warm presence that was surprisingly comforting first things first Jason said he pulled the hose of his hydration bladder from his pack he didn’t ask if she was thirsty he simply put the bite valve near her lips water small sips don’t gulp Arya obeyed the water was warm from his pack but it was the most incredible thing she had ever tasted it slid down her parched throat clearing the dust and the metallic taste of fear

he let her drink for a few moments before pulling the hose back good now the shoulder he set his pack down and unzipped it it was not a hiker’s pack inside Aria saw neatly organized vacuum sealed items it was a trauma kit he looked at shadow the dog was alert scanning the top of the ridge where the sniper had been shadow Jason said quietly the dog’s head snapped back go back find he pointed vaguely up the Arroyo in the direction they had first come from he was sending the dog back to the practice of spot where they had found the old casing

go shadow took off a silent flash of tan and black disappearing up the gully Jason turned his full attention back to Aria this is going to be unpleasant he said his voice softening slightly I need to see the wound I’m going to have to cut your shirt Aria just nodded her vulnerability complete she was an officer used to being in control now she was disarmed wounded and being tended to by a stranger who moved with the confidence of a force of nature Jason pulled a small pair of trauma shears from his kit his hands she noticed

were rough they were not the hands of a hiker they were scarred the knuckles calloused the skin weathered by sun and hard work they were a soldier’s hands strong capable of immense force he slid the blunt end of the shears under the heavy fabric of her uniform shirt at the collar he cut downward his movements quick and sure splitting the fabric open at the shoulder seam he was careful his touch surprisingly light his fingers brushing her uninjured skin as he peeled the heavy blood soaked cloth away from the wound Arya hissed as the fabric pulled at the torn flesh

but she held still I see it he said he was all business his voice a calm monotone that kept her grounded it’s a through and through the bullet and the shrapnel from the door passed clean through the muscle it’s bleeding but it missed the artery you’re lucky lucky she repeated her voice dry a small wry smile touched his lips in my line of work yes this is lucky he pulled out a sterile saline pouch and a stack of gauze this will be cold I’m going to flush it just breathe Aria braced herself but the coolness of the saline was a relief

against the searing heat of the wound she watched him work his strong scarred hands were now moving with the precision of a surgeon he cleaned the entry and exit wounds his touch firm but remarkably gentle there was no wasted motion he was completely focused his blue eyes narrowed as he assessed the damage he was talking she realized his voice a low steady rumble I grew up near here he said not looking up from his work my dad had a ranch just north of Red Rock hated the heat joined the Navy saw the world and now now I’m back here

he wasn’t asking her questions he wasn’t demanding answers he was just filling the silence giving her mind something to hold on to besides the pain I’m Aria she managed to say her voice hoarse I know Officer Vance he said pulling a suture kit and a small sterile bandage from their wrappers I saw your name tag this is the part that stings he began to apply several butterfly closures to the worst part of the exit wound his calloused fingers pulling her skin together with practiced expertise she flinched but he didn’t stop

almost done you’re doing great just keep breathing despite the pain Aria felt an incredible undeniable sense of peace the panic that had gripped her in the SUV was gone this man Jason had appeared from the empty desert like an apparition and in minutes he had taken absolute control he had brought order to her chaos she studied his face as he worked the strong line of his jaw the concentration in his eyes he was the first person who had made her feel safe in a very long time all right he said applying a final pressure bandage that’s sealed

it’s not pretty but it will hold until you get to a hospital he packed his kit his movements as clean and precise as his medical work as he snapped the bag shut a shadow fell over them shadow was back he stood before Jason his chest heaving silently his tail giving one short business like wag he dropped a small waterproof dry bag at Jason’s feet it was covered in sand and dog drool Jason’s eyes narrowed good boy he murmured ruffling the dog’s head good boy what did you find Aria watched confused as Jason picked up the bag it was a small military style pouch

he unclipped the waterproof seal and turned it upside down two items fell into his hand the first was a spare high powered rifle scope identical to one a sniper might use the second was a small handheld GPS unit Jason picked up the GPS his thumb brushing the sand from the screen he pressed the power button the screen flickered to life bright in the shade of the Arroyo it was still on a map appeared showing their current location and in the center of the screen a single waypoint blinked steady and insistent it was labeled M I

N E the blinking waypoint on the GPS screen was a beacon it was labeled Ranger Station 4B it was three miles northeast through the most brutal unforgiving terrain the Mojave had to offer Jason looked at Aria the temporary calm his medical care had provided was fading her skin was pale clammy and her eyes were having trouble focusing the pressure bandage on her shoulder was already dark with fresh blood the heat her wound and the shock were a lethal combination staying here was not an option Arya he said his voice firm pulling her focus back to him

can you hear me she nodded weakly her head slumping against the sandstone wall yes Mine Crofts Mine we’ll get to Croft Jason said his voice a low steady promise he tucked the sniper’s GPS into his own pocket right now we’re moving there’s an old ranger station three miles from here I’m going to get you there I can’t I can’t walk Jason she whispered the admission costing her dearly you don’t have to he said simply he stood and turned crouching low in front of her put your good arm around my neck Aria hesitated for only a second before doing as he commanded she slid her right arm over his broad shoulder

Jason wrapped his own arms behind her one high on her back the other under her knees and stood the grunt he let out was not from her weight she was light it was from the awkwardness of the lift the dead weight of an injured person he settled her against his chest her head resting in the curve of his uninjured shoulder he looked at shadow point he commanded find the station watch for trouble Shadow’s posture changed instantly he was no longer a companion he was a K9 operator on a mission he moved 10 yards ahead of them his nose down his ears swivelling

scanning the path for snakes scorpions and the easiest possible footing Jason set off his steps measured and powerful the first hundred yards were agony not for him but for her every step jostled her wounded shoulder a pained hiss escaped her lips and she buried her face against his neck her breathing shaky I know he murmured his voice rumbling in her ear I know just hold on the weight in his arms was familiar it was too familiar the sun beat down on his neck and the red dust of the Arroyo dissolved replaced by the choking gray dust of Kandahar

the weight in his arms was no longer Aria it was Reaper his teammate they were pinned down a catastrophic ambush and Reaper was bleeding out his chest a ruin Jason was carrying him to the extraction point a two mile run under heavy fire Reaper was conscious just barely his words a wet gurgle tell them tell them I he had died in Jason’s arms 70 yards from the helicopter Jason had failed him the weight had been heavy with failure he blinked the desert sun burning the memory away he looked down at the woman in his arms her dark hair was stuck to her face she was so still not this time

he thought his jaw tightening he lengthened his stride this one lives Arya was drifting the pain was a dull throbbing ocean and the heat was a heavy blanket pulling her under she was floating lost until his voice pulled her back Aria stay with me he commanded talk to me who is Silas Croft he needed to keep her mind active lethargy was the ally of shock Croft she mumbled her lips barely moving he owns everything the mine the town thinks he’s a king I I found the records the chemicals he’s poisoning the water table dumping dumping toxic waste illegal

you went after him alone Jason stated it wasn’t a question Arya’s head moved against his chest a weak nod had to no one else would the department they’re scared of him I had I had proof you got his attention Jason said grimly that sniper was no local my fault she whispered the word was so full of anguish it made Jason stop for a breath David it’s just like David who’s David Jason asked his voice gentle he started walking again his boots crunching on the gravel Arya’s mind was no longer in the desert she was back in Phoenix the rain the smell of asphalt and cordite

she was a rookie just out of the academy David was her partner her fiance they had answered a domestic call it had gone bad fast the suspect had a weapon David had shielded her he had taken the rounds meant for her she had held him just like this his blood on her hands my fault I wasn’t fast enough I should have seen that failure had defined her it had driven her to Red Rock Flats seeking a quiet place to heal only to find a different kind of corruption her pursuit of craft wasn’t just about the law it was about atonement it was her chance to finally be fast enough and she had failed again it wasn’t

it wasn’t your fault Arya Jason said his voice rough he didn’t know who David was but he recognized the sound of survivor’s guilt he knew it well it was the same ghost that lived in his own head they moved for what felt like an eternity the desert was a silent baking hell Jason’s muscles burned his shoulders screaming from the uneven load his hydration pack was empty he had given the last of the water to Aria sweat ran in rivers down his face stinging his eyes Arya had stopped mumbling she was limp in his arms her breathing shallow

Aria stay with me we’re almost there he urged though he himself was beginning to doubt the GPS showed they were close but the landscape was a maze of identical red rocks shadow who had been scouting tirelessly suddenly stopped 20 yards ahead he barked a single sharp authoritative bark Jason looked up his hope flagging what is it boy shadow barked again standing beside a thick tangle of creosote bushes he was looking at something Jason couldn’t see Jason pushed forward his legs shaking with fatigue he pushed past the bushes and nearly collapsed

there it was it was not a station it was a dilapidated stone and wood shack its roof half collapsed its windows boarded up but it was shade and on its roof a tall spindly radio antenna rusted but still standing he carried Aria inside the sudden coolness of the dark musty interior a physical shock he laid her down gently on an old cot its canvas rotten but holding she was barely conscious hold on he whispered he moved to the corner of the room on a dusty table sat a relic an old solar powered high frequency radio set

the kind the park service used decades ago it was the same model his father had kept at the ranch Jason grabbed the microphone his hand wrapping around the familiar cold plastic he blew the dust from the receiver and thumbed the switch a crackle of static filled the tiny shack he smiled a grim exhausted smile Mayday Mayday mayday he said into the mic his voice hoarse this is civilian Jason Lewis I am at Ranger Station 4 Bravo Mojave grid I have a wounded officer gunshot wound to the shoulder in critical condition requesting immediate medical evacuation

he released the transmit button for a long moment there was only static then a voice faint and broken by the atmosphere returned is Station Lewis we read you Evac is on the way Jason let the microphone fall he sank to the floor his back against the wall his entire body trembling with exhaustion shadow his duty done walked over and collapsed laying his heavy head in Jason’s lap Jason looked across the small dark room at Aria her eyes were closed but her breathing seemed a little easier out of the direct killing sun they were safe for now

the first sound Aria became aware of was a quiet rhythmic beep it was steady electronic and intensely annoying the second was the smell antiseptic floor wax and faint institutional coffee she opened her eyes the blinding desert sun was gone replaced by the soft fluorescent glow of a hospital room an IV line was taped neatly to the back of her hand her shoulder no longer a searing fire was a dull heavy throb beneath a professional dressing she was clean someone had wiped the grime from her face well look who decided to join us

Arya turned her head a woman in bright blue scrubs stood in the doorway her hands on her hips she was in her late 60s with short curly grey hair and a smile that crinkled the corners of her kind eyes this was Marge the head nurse of the Red Rock Flats Community Hospital a woman who had likely patched up every person in town at least once Nurse Marge Arya whispered her voice a dry rasp Officer Vance Marge returned her tone warm as she bustled in you gave us quite a scare that helicopter landing nearly gave Sheriff Brody a heart attack Marge checked the IV drip

her movements practiced and efficient though not as much of a scare as seeing who brought you in my goodness Jason Lewis I haven’t seen you since you were tall enough to steal apples from my backyard your father bless his heart would be so proud Aria’s eyes darted around the small room Jason is he he’s right outside Marge said lowering her voice conspiratorially hasn’t left he and that big beautiful dog of his are camped out in the hallway refused to go home even though he looks like he’s been through a war zone himself he’s been pacing a trench in my clean linoleum

at that moment Jason appeared in the doorway he had washed the worst of the desert grime from his face but his clothes were still stained with sand and her own dried blood his blue eyes exhausted but intensely alert met hers shadow stood beside him his tail giving a single slow wag when he saw Aria was awake Marge Jason said his voice a low rumble could we have a minute and maybe some water of course dear Marge said patting Aria’s good arm you’re in good hands I’ll send the sheriff in when you’re ready he’s been beside himself Marge bustled out leaving a quiet

charged silence in her wake shadow padded in and lay down at the foot of Aria’s bed with a heavy sigh as if assuming his official guard post Jason moved to the small sink retrieved a plastic cup and a pitcher of ice water and brought it to her bedside he didn’t hand it to her he held it just as he had with the hydration pack letting her take small sips the simple gesture of care of service struck her more profoundly than his dramatic rescue thank you she said her voice stronger it’s just water he replied setting the cup on the table for everything

she clarified meeting his gaze you and shadow I was I was done out there Jason he shook his head a small dismissive gesture you were still fighting when I got there you had one round left Aria was stunned you saw that I saw you he corrected gently I’ve seen people give up that wasn’t you you are incredibly brave Officer Vance the professional respect in his voice the simple honest validation from a man who clearly knew true bravery meant more to her than any commendation thank you she said again feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the desert heat

the door opened interrupting the moment Sheriff Brody entered twisting his hat in his hands Bill Brodie was a man in his late 50s with a kind weathered face and a mustache that had gone grey long before his hair he was a good man a community policeman more accustomed to dealing with lost hikers and high school pranks than professional snipers he looked Aria thought completely and utterly overwhelmed Aria he said his voice thick with relief thank heavens when we heard the mayday and then Marge said Jason Lewis carried you he nodded at Jason his eyes filled with respect

your father was a good man son it’s good to have you back even under well under these circumstances Sheriff Jason said nodding in greeting he faded back standing near the door with shadow a silent imposing guardian Aria what happened out there Brody asked pulling up a chair the dispatch said you were on a routine patrol Arya took a deep breath the pain in her shoulder spiking as she shifted it wasn’t routine Bill I lied on the log I went out there because I had a lead it’s Croft Sheriff Brody’s face paled the color draining from his ruddy cheeks

Silas Croft Aria we’ve talked about this you can’t just go poking at that man he he is Red Rock Flats he’s poisoning it Aria countered her voice gaining strength from her anger I got the tip from an ex foreman at the lithium mine Croft isn’t just reopening it he’s using the old tailing ponds to dump toxic waste from his other operations we’re talking arsenic heavy metals it’s leaching into the aquifer Bill the one the whole valley drinks from Brody looked sick we don’t know that for sure that’s why I went out there she insisted the foreman said he’d leave me the final proof

the shipping manifests hidden at that old ranger station the 9 1 1 call about chemical dumping was just bait to get me out there alone the foreman never showed only the sniper a sniper Brody repeated the word sounding foreign in his mouth Aria this is this is out of our league we have four deputies Croff’s mine has a private security force of ex military contractors we can’t touch him so we just let him poison us she demanded struggling to sit up I’ll I’ll call the state police Brody said his voice weak

I’ll file a report and by the time they finish their jurisdictional review Arya said her voice laced with bitterness Croft will have scrubbed that mine clean and my whistleblower will be at the bottom of it it was then that Jason spoke he had been silent observing his arms crossed now he pushed off the wall sheriff he said Brody turned Jason Jason pulled the small military grade GPS from his pocket he held it up the sniper left this behind shadow found it he tossed the device to the sheriff who fumbled it

the sniper was a professional sheriff he was zeroed in he had a planned ambush and he was ordered to leave no witnesses he wasn’t there to scare her he was there to kill her and he failed Jason walked over to the window looking out at the small town below this isn’t about state police or jurisdictions Croft tried to murder a police officer he will try again he has to he turned back his blue eyes locking onto Brody’s you may not have the resources Sheriff but I do he looked at Aria his gaze softening almost imperceptibly

you’re not safe here that sniper or someone like him will be back to finish the job I I can post a deputy Brody stammered with all due respect Sheriff Jason said his voice flat that won’t be enough I’ll stay I’ll be right outside this door Aria looked at Jason then at shadow who hadn’t taken his eyes off the door since the sheriff entered the fear she had felt the profound loneliness of her one woman crusade finally eased she wasn’t alone anymore thank you Jason she whispered he just nodded a silent promise he wasn’t just a rescuer anymore

he was a guardian the small sterile hospital room felt like a command center Sheriff Brody his hat now back on his head nervously turned the sniper’s GPS over in his hands Jason stood by the window arms crossed watching the quiet street below shadow was a silent statue at the foot of Aria’s bed state police will have a field day with this Brody muttered looking at the GPS it’s solid evidence we just have to wait for the forensics team from Phoenix a quiet digital beep cut him off all three of them looked at the device in the sheriff’s hand the screen which had been dark flashed to life

a new icon a blinking red dot appeared on the map it pulsed over the exact coordinates of the abandoned lithium mine beside it a single word flashed inbound Aria pushed herself up on her good elbow what is that what’s inbound Jason moved away from the window his eyes narrowed he took the GPS from Brody his gaze fixed on the screen it’s the trap he said his voice a low growl what do you mean Brody asked confused it’s a signal maybe it’s a shipment maybe it’s the proof you were no Jason interrupted his mind working fast think the sniper was a professional

professionals don’t get sloppy they don’t accidentally leave their gear behind he wanted this found Arya’s eyes widened as she followed his logic he left it for me he thought I’d be the one to find it or that whoever found my body would exactly Jason said he left a beacon and now his boss Croft has just activated it he’s either arrogant or he’s setting a new trap he’s arrogant Aria said immediately her voice hard he thinks he’s untouchable he’s probably moving the evidence the manifests you were looking for or destroying the site and he’s daring us to come

Sheriff Brody paled then we absolutely wait for the state we can’t go up against his security force Jason I told you they’re contractors we’re outgunned and by the time the state gets here Jason countered his voice flat every piece of evidence will be incinerated and the aquifer will still be poisoned that signal is an invitation Sheriff it’s a mistake on his part he doesn’t know I’m here he thinks he’s just luring your department into a fight he knows he can win he’s right Brody said his voice full of defeat no Jason said he’s wrong we have something he doesn’t

we have the element of surprise and we have an Intel officer he turned his intense blue gaze on Aria we’re not blind she knows the layout Aria’s weary expression vanished replaced by a sudden sharp energy the fighter Jason had seen in the desert was back Jason looked at the sheriff I need you to give us the room and I need you to find a notepad a pen and the strongest blackest coffee Marge has right now Sheriff Brody startled by the quiet command in the seal’s voice simply nodded yes all right I’ll be right back he scurried out of the room leaving Jason and Aria alone with the dog

Jason pulled the uncomfortable visitor’s chair close to her bedside he sat leaning forward his forearms on his knees it was the first time they had been truly alone since the rescue tell me everything you know about that mine he said for the next hour the hospital room became a briefing room Brody returned with the supplies and Aria despite the throb in her shoulder began to draw her hand was shaky but her memory was photographic the main gate is a death trap she explained sketching a perimeter fence motion sensors cameras

two guards in a reinforced tower the inbound signal is probably leading us right to it it’s where he wants us to go so we don’t Jason said what about weaknesses Arya’s pen moved here she said tapping a spot on the north side of her drawing the old ventilation shaft it’s pre war built to air out the dynamite tunnels it’s marked as collapsed on all the county maps Croff’s men won’t be watching it you’re sure it’s collapsed Jason asked studying the simple lines Arya’s expression softened for a half second a flicker of old pain crossing her features

I’m sure it’s not she said quietly David my old partner he and I used to explore those canyons on our days off we found it the entrance is covered in brush but it goes through it’s narrow but a man could fit it comes out here right behind the main processing building where the offices are she had just given him his infiltration route she knew the mine inside and out she described the guard rotations the three hour patrols the blind spots in the camera coverage she told him about the foreman the one who had tried to help her

and where he likely would have hidden the manifests they worked as a team he was the tactical element she was the strategic intelligence he absorbed her knowledge processing it forming a plan of attack that was fast quiet and precise I’ll take your two best deputies Sheriff Jason said finally looking at Brody who had been watching the two of them with a mix of awe and terror I don’t need them for a fight I need them to secure the evidence and the prisoners after I’ve dealt with the guards Jason this is Brody began but Jason cut him off it’s the only way sheriff

you call the state police right now tell them you have an active situation and need backup but tell them it will be over by the time they get here Brody looked at the hand drawn map he looked at the determination in Aria’s eyes and the absolute confidence in Jason’s he took a deep breath alright son you’ve got it I’ll get you my two best you do this your way the sheriff left to make the call the plan was set Jason stood the quiet energy in the room replaced by the tense silence of a pre mission countdown he was in his civilian clothes

armed only with his sidearm but he moved like he was putting on his armor he looked at shadow you stay watch her the dog seemed to understand he moved from the foot of the bed and sat directly beside Aria’s good hand his gaze fixed on the door a silent guardian Jason turned to leave Jason Aria’s voice stopped him he turned back she had pushed herself up again her face pale with effort and something else fear but not for herself she held out her good hand he hesitated for only a second before stepping forward and taking it her hand was small and warm in his calloused

scarred one be careful she whispered her eyes locked on his he’s not a soldier he’s not like the men you’ve faced he isn’t going to fight you fair he’s a snake in the desert he’ll hide and he’ll wait for you to make a mistake please the plea in her voice the raw personal worry touched him in a way a firefight never could he looked down at their joined hands then back to her face he gave her hand a gentle firm squeeze I know he said his voice quiet but absolute I’ll finish this for you he let her hand go gave shadow one last pat and walked out of the room

the door clicked shut leaving Aria in the silence her hand still warm from his she listened to his footsteps fade down the polished hallway her heart pounding in time with the steady rhythmic beep of the monitor beside her the wind had begun to keen a low mournful sound that swept down from the high masses it was a warning Jason Lewis flanked by the two deputies Sheriff Brodie had given him kept to the shadows of the Canyon wall winds picking up fast muttered Deputy Riley the older of the two Riley was a man in his 50s his face a roadmap of desert sun

his eyes skeptical he clearly thought this was a fool’s errand beside him Deputy Evans barely 25 and still green just nervously clutched his shotgun his knuckles white that’s what we want Jason said his voice quiet he didn’t look at them his focus was total scanning the ridgeline of the mine complex which loomed above them like a dark jagged fortress a sandstorm covers movement Aria said it would he had stripped to a simple black T-shirt his seal issued gear long gone leaving him with only his sidearm

his wits and Aria’s hand drawn map they reached the spot she had marked a dense thicket of creosote and Palo Verde Jason pushed aside the brittle branches just as she’d promised a dark square opening was set into the rock the old ventilation shaft stay sharp no lights single file Riley you take the rear Jason commanded he moved into the darkness the deputies following the shaft was narrow smelling of dust iron and dry still air it was a tight fit but passable after a quarter mile of tense claustrophobic shuffling they emerged behind the main processing building exactly as Aria had predicted

the compound was lit by harsh sodium vapor lamps casting a sickly yellow glow they could see the main gate heavily fortified and the blinking red light of the GPS signal pulsing from a decoy barrel near the guard tower the trap they’re all watching the front Jason whispered pointing let’s move he LED them in a low crouch along the building’s foundation his movements a silent flow of shadow they rounded the corner and saw the first guard the man was leaning against a fuel tank smoking his rifle slung carelessly

before Riley could even raise his weapon Jason was on him he moved like a panther covering the 10 yards in three silent steps he didn’t kill he struck a precise disabling blow to the man’s throat followed by a controlled takedown Jason had him bound and gagged with his own gear before the man’s cigarette even hit the ground Evans looked on his mouth open in disbelief secure him Jason ordered and moved on they neutralized a second guard the same way the compound was quiet too quiet and then the world ended it started as a low roar a sound like a freight train

and then the sandstorm the haboob hit them a solid 100 foot high wall of red dust and grit slammed into the mine the yellow lamps vanished the world disappeared into a churning screaming abrasive chaos visibility dropped to zero masks Jason yelled over the howl of the wind pulling his own neck gator up over his nose and mouth the deputies fumbled with their handkerchiefs we’re blind Riley yelled his voice muffled good Jason yelled back so are they the signal that was their only guide Jason LED them toward the main processing building the source of the I N B O U N d signal

the heavy steel door was unlocked he kicked it open and they spilled inside out of the worst of the wind but into a new kind of hell the vast interior of the processing plant was a swirling vortex of dust the wind roaring through the building’s ventilation had kicked up decades of settled lithium and chemical dust it was dark choked and impossible to see flashlights Brody yelled no Jason commanded no lights they’ll shoot at the beam a figure loomed out of the dust and Evans raised his shotgun don’t shoot a voice cried I

I’m the foreman he’s crazy it was a terrified man in a work shirt his hands raised and behind him another figure emerged larger holding a heavy duty flashlight this man was not a foreman he was tall dressed in an expensive suit now covered in grit his graying hair perfectly coiffed this was Silas Croft he had a cold arrogant face and the dead eyes of a predator you should not have come Croft said his voice calm he raised the flashlight not at them but at the pile of wooden crates stacked against the wall they were wired with detonators

in his other hand he held a cell phone his thumb hovering over the call button the sniper failed I will not Croft it’s over Riley yelled his voice shaking it is Officer Croft smiled a chilling humorless expression this plant is a tinder box of chemical dust when this goes there will be nothing left no evidence no manifests and no heroes he was going to bury them all to destroy the evidence in a massive chemical explosion the deputies had their guns raised but they were useless if they shot him his thumb would fall the call would be made and the detonator would fire

it was a perfect stalemate but Croft hadn’t accounted for all the variables Jason didn’t move he didn’t raise his hands he just looked past Croft into the swirling dust and gave a single soft sibilant command Shatten fast shadow seize he had unclipped Shadow’s leash when they first entered the building the dog had been a low unseen presence his eyes and nose stinging from the chemical dust but through the chaos he had one target the scent of his master and now he had a new target the threat Crof never saw him from the swirling red dust a dark shape launched itself

a silent 90 pound projectile shadow trained for just this did not go for the man he went for the weapon his jaws powerful and precise clamped down on Crawford’s right arm the one holding the phone detonator Croft screamed a high thin sound of shock and agony the phone flew from his grasp clattering onto the metal floor now Jason yelled the deputies galvanized lunged for the terrified foreman Jason moved on Croft the fight was short Croft was a businessman not a brawler Jason subdued him with the same cold

brutal efficiency he had used on the guards within seconds Croft was on his face his hands ziptied behind his back as the dust began to settle Riley breathing hard looked at the cowering foreman the bound CEO and the magnificent dog who sat calmly beside Jason his tongue lolling Holy Riley started how how did you Jason just patted his dog he’s a good boy he picked up the detonator phone and the sniper’s GPS and handed them to Riley the evidence is here deputy the state police are on their way call your sheriff this is his collar it was past 3 in the morning

when Jason finally walked back into the Red Rock Flats Community Hospital he was covered in a fine red powder his black shirt was gray with dust he was bruised exhausted and had never felt better he pushed open the door to Aria’s room the lights were dim shadow who had been brought back by Deputy Evans hours ago lifted his head from his post at her bedside and thumped his tail Arya was awake she had been awake staring at the ceiling her heart in her throat for hours when she saw him a wave of relief so profound it was almost painful washed over her he looked terrible

and he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen he walked over to the bed the silence comfortable familiar he sank into the visitor’s chair the exhaustion hitting him all at once Aria looked at the dust on his face in his hair a small smile touched her lips your vacation is ruined she whispered Jason looked at her at her arm in its sling at the intelligent resilient eyes that had haunted him since the desert he thought of the quiet empty ranch he had come home to he thought of the noise in his head that had finally for the first time in years gone silent

he reached out his dusty calloused fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from her face no he said his voice a low soft rumble I think it just began one week later the Arizona sun was bright and benevolent the heat was tempered by a soft breeze that carried the smell of barbecue smoke and freshly cut grass the town park in Red Rock Flats was filled with checkered blankets laughing children and the entire population of the town Sheriff Brody looking 10 years younger stood at a small podium we’re here today he boomed

to celebrate our own to celebrate Officer Aria Vance who never gave up the town applauded and Aria her arm now in a simple black sling blushed she was standing next to Jason who looked uncomfortable in a clean button down shirt and to thank a man who came home when we needed him most Brody continued nodding at Jason who just gave a short awkward wave but most of all the sheriff said his voice breaking with genuine emotion we’re here to honor the newest and furriest hero of Red Rock Flats Marge the nurse walked forward carrying a small velvet pillow on it sat a new leather collar with a shining

custom made silver tag shadow who had been patiently sitting at Jason’s feet was called forward the sheriff knelt and fastened the collar the tag read shadow a hero’s heart the park erupted in cheers later as the sun began to dip painting the red rocks in shades of purple and gold Jason and Aria stood under a large cottonwood tree watching shadow his new collar gleaming was blissfully accepting pieces of hot dog from a group of adoring children he seems to be enjoying his retirement Arya said smiling

he’s a good boy Jason said he just needed a new mission I think we all did Aria said quietly she leaned her head against his shoulder Jason feeling the comfortable rightness of her presence slid his arm around her waist pulling her close they stood together in the warm golden light two veterans of different wars who had found in the empty desert not solitude but solace if this story touched your heart and reminded you that hope is never ever lost please share it with someone you love share it with someone who might be facing their own desert right now and needs to know that their protector is just

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