Chapter 128

DALLIN WAS already in his trousers, shoving an arm into his shirt, when he snapped awake, a heavy sense of urgent dread clogging in his chest and the echo of a phantom scream drumming in his head. He didn't take the time to strap on his guns, merely snatched them up by their holsters and slung them over his shoulder as he slammed across the little room and out the door.

"Hunter! Go and get--Fuck!"

No Hunter, which wasn't surprising--no Wil, no Hunter. It almost would have made Dallin feel better, knowing Hunter was likely wherever Wil was, if Dallin's gut weren't twisting and his mind weren't racing through all the possible tragedies that might be taking place right this second. Because that *scream*....