The big oak tree by the house threw eerie shadows across the lawn as a screech owl hooted nearby, and even though Maureen had heard them all her life she shivered. A big full moon lit up the sky and helped dilute the menace of the night.
He picked up the gun. “Somebody’s got to make a move and it sure as shit isn’t going to be our uninvited guest up there, with Wolf waiting by his door.“ He gestured toward the big SUV and trailer. “Nobody but a fool or someone with a death wish would step out of that cab.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” The truck door opened and the stranger stepped out of the cab.
Wolf crouched his lips curled back showing deadly white fangs that gleamed in the moonlight.
The stranger held out his hand, palm up, for Wolf to sniff.
Without thinking, Maureen reached for the door handle. She couldn’t just sit and watch a man get savaged.
Hank shoved his arm out in front of her. “Wait.”
She could feel rigid cords stand out in his arm muscles and hear the strain in his voice. Her own vertebra felt glued together disc by disc. Tension built like the incoming tide beneath the soothing pull of the amulet.
She gasped in surprise as Wolf sat down.
With long determined strides the stranger walked toward the pickup Wolf trailing at his heels.
The bright moonlight illuminated his features, a strong chiseled face, a thin hawk-nose and dark hair drawn back in a pony tail. He wore faded jeans and a white Tee shirt.
Hank whistled softly. “What do you make of that?”
Glancing over, she noticed Hank’s hand still rested on the gun. “I don’t know what to make of it. But I guess we’ll be finding out.”
Her heart thumped as the stranger’s approach. Friend or foe?