The cabin stopped being a refuge and became a field hospital. Ethan worked with the cold precision of a combat medic, cleaning and stitching Lena’s wound with supplies meant for Shadow. Lena endured the pain in silence, biting down on a towel, refusing to scream.
When the bleeding was under control, she told him the truth. She’d been a contract surveyor for Silver Mesa, the mining operation that promised jobs and clean industry. The promise was a lie. Waste pits leaked into groundwater. Kids developed unexplained rashes. Wells tasted metallic. Livestock died as production numbers climbed.
She’d uncovered internal reports proving it—unauthorized drilling maps, photos of corroded chemical barrels, lab results marked DO NOT DISTRIBUTE. The money trail led to shell companies, private security payouts, and a familiar name: Dr. Felix Mercer, the town’s trusted environmental consultant.
The real threat was Raymond Archer, Silver Mesa’s operations director. Silence wasn’t requested—it was enforced. Maddox had come because Lena was flagged the moment she copied the files. She ran until she collapsed at Ethan’s fence.
Ethan knew the math. Local law enforcement couldn’t be trusted. They needed more proof and an exit before Maddox returned.
That night, Ethan and Shadow moved through the desert like ghosts. Silver Mesa glowed in the dark, guards patrolling with careless confidence. Ethan slipped into the perimeter, copying server files, photographing ledgers, and documenting rows of unmarked chemical barrels leaking into open air. When patrol boots passed inches from his hiding place, neither man nor dog moved.
At dawn, they returned with enough evidence to bury a corporation.
They took it straight to Sheriff Lauren Hargrove. She listened, reviewed the files, and reached for a secure line. “Stay here,” she said. “And don’t trust anyone who smiles too easily.”
The door opened. Maddox walked in with armed men and the calm of someone used to cleaning up loose ends. As his hand drifted toward his holster, Hargrove leveled her rifle. Shadow growled low.
Then a gunshot shattered the front window.
Glass exploded. Ethan dragged Lena to cover as Shadow charged the entrance, forcing attackers back. Outside, Silver Mesa’s “security” sealed the street.
Ethan understood then: this wasn’t just corruption.
The town wasn’t only being poisoned—it was under occupation. And the war for the desert had begun.