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a pro golfer, using every bit of strength he could muster. The hammer fist smashed into Carson's cheek, shattering the bone within. His head snapped hard to one side, and he staggered like a heavyweight fighter in the last round, barely able to stand.

Dak reached out and raised his old friend's chin, then threw another cross, then a hook, a jab, another hook. Each blow sent Carson reeling, the garden swirling in his vision and the man before him blurred more with each shot.

Carson tried to defend himself, tried to throw a punch, but they may as well have been thrown by the blades of grass at their feet.

When Carson was near to the opposite hedgerow, Dak reared back and threw a devastating uppercut.

Carson's head whipped back for a second, his eyes staring blankly into the sky. Then he toppled over onto the grass. His chest raised and lowered, the air finally flowing into the man's lungs.

The breaths would be his last.

Dak stepped over him and looked down into his ex-teammate's eyes. "You were my brother," he said with infinite sadness in his voice. "And you left me to die."

Carson didn't respond. His head lolled back and forth on the grass, only half-controlled.

"I could ask you where the others are, but I doubt you know. It doesn't matter. I'm going to find them. I'm going to find them all. And I'm going to kill them. Starting with you."

Dak bent his knees and leaped into the air. Time slowed as his body descended. Carson may have only been half-aware of what was said or what was happening. Then Dak's knee plowed into the man's throat, crushing it through to the spine.

Dak stood up and took a step back, watching the body twitch for several seconds as the lungs tried to fill in vain. Arms and legs flopped around. Then the movement slowed. Then there was none.

Birds squawked in the distance. Bert and his men stared with wide, dread-filled eyes at the grisly scene.

Dak breathed heavily for a moment. He stared down at the body of his former friend. His knuckles hurt and he was certain he’d cracked a rib, but he would live.

He staggered toward the door into the house after a moment of silent contemplation.

"Hey," Bert said.

Dak stopped and slowly turned. "Yeah?"

Bert still held the hand cannon loosely in one fist. "What do you want us to do with him?"

Dak rolled his shoulders. "I don't care. Take him out in your boat. Tie some weights to him. Let the fish have him."

The Puerto Rican pouted his lips and nodded. "Old school. I like it. But what about the money? You said he has money."

"Take his keys. You can figure out where he lives. I'm sure there's a safe there or something. Nothing a drill can't fix for someone who knows how to use it."

Dak stepped over the threshold into the house.

"What about you? Where are you going?"

Dak paused, then looked over his shoulder. "To find the others."

Thank You

Thank you for taking the time to read this story. We can always make more money, but time is a finite resource for all of us, so the fact you took the time to read my work means the world to me and I truly appreciate it. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed sharing it, and I look forward to bringing you more fun adventures in the future. If you this story kept you up late, on the edge of your seat, or burning your fingers as you swiped or turned the pages, swing by Amazon and leave a review. I’d appreciate it and so would other readers.

See you in the next one,

Ernest

Other Books By Ernest Dempsey

Dak Harper Origin Stories:

Out of the Fire

You Only Die Once

Tequila Sunset

Purgatory

Scorched Earth

The Heart of Vengeance

Sean Wyatt Adventures:

The Secret of the Stones

The Cleric's Vault

The Last Chamber

The Grecian Manifesto

The Norse Directive

Game of Shadows

The Jerusalem Creed

The Samurai Cipher

The Cairo Vendetta

The Uluru Code

The Excalibur Key

The Denali Deception

The Sahara Legacy

The Fourth Prophecy

The Templar Curse

The Forbidden Temple

The Omega Project

The Napoleon Affair

The Second Sign

Adriana Villa Adventures:

War of Thieves Box Set

When Shadows Call

Shadows Rising

Shadow Hour

The Adventure Guild:

The Caesar Secret: Books 1-3

The Carolina Caper

Beta Force:

Operation Zulu

London Calling

Paranormal Archaeology Division:

Hell’s Gate

For the other Ernie

Acknowledgments

Special thanks go out to my super fans. We ride together. I appreciate and love you all. And a huge thank you to Anne Storer, Ray Braun, Denyse Léonard, and James Slater for your extra effort in helping make this story a better reading experience.

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Tequila Sunset

A Dak Harper ThrillerErnest Dempsey

One

Sequatchie County, Tennessee

Dak sensed the movement before he heard a twig snap and leaves rustle. He turned his head, slowly, cautiously, peering through the forest with piercing jade eyes. Covered head-to-toe in forest camouflage, he blended perfectly against the tree trunk to his back. Twenty feet up in his tree stand, he had a clear 180-degree view of the forest below and anything that might approach.

His ears pricked when he heard the sound of more leaves rustling. The abstruse noise came from his right. He kept his eyes locked on the area while he covertly raised his hunting bow and drew back the string. He pulled only halfway, keeping three fingers on the tightly wound cord.

The deer emerged from a thicket of privet and stepped into the open. Dak had seen the buck before, an eight pointer with a healthy, light brown coat. He knew the animal would return to this spot as he'd seen it, as well as several does in the last month since hunkering down in his mountain cabin.

Dak waited until the buck fully exposed his flank before drawing the bowstring back, his fingers