He looked back at her. “Okay, Rachel, you want to talk, then okay. Let’s talk.”
“Liam,” she interrupted, stepping forward, “something’s wrong with the bank.” A mudslide? “See the ground—”
Move.
She screamed as an alligator emerged from the muck, racing straight for Liam.
Chapter 17
Liam turned hard and fast at Rachel’s warning. But not fast enough.
He stared straight into the cold eyes of an alligator. He didn’t even have time to figure out how he’d been caught so off guard. He zigged and zagged, hard left, then right. Again. And again. It was his only defense against a gator that could definitely outrun him. The beast had to stop and adjust for each turn.
The mud made speedy moves tougher, but not impossible. Shift right. He reached for his gun, already calculating how to shoot the reptile in its one vulnerable spot—where the skull joined the neck.
He heard Rachel cry out to him again a half second before the gator’s tail whipped his feet from under him. Liam slammed to the ground. His gun slid from his hand and into the water. He could see inside the alligator’s open jaws as it prepped to grab him for a death roll.
Instincts kicked into overdrive. He sprang up and onto the alligator’s back. There were a thousand places he would rather be, but the only way he could think to buy time and stay out of the beast’s gullet.
“Rachel, get your gun,” he shouted, arms and legs wrapped around the reptile.
Knobby bumps dug into his gut. His muscles screamed with the force of holding on to the thrashing creature sliding back into the shallow marsh. If they reached deeper water, he was screwed.
Dimly he heard the dogs going nuts in the cabin and Rachel screaming for help as the scaly rough skin scratched his face. But he also heard her feet running along the porch and down the steps. She’d called for backup but she wasn’t waiting around.
Brackish water slid over him and into his mouth. “I can’t let go,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re going to have to shoot the gator.”
“With you on it?” she asked, only a hint of panic leaking into her voice as she climbed up onto the dock.
“Don’t think I can go anywhere unless you do.” What a time for his humor to come back. “Shoot right where the skull joins the neck.”
“That itty bitty spot right in front of your face?” Her voice cracked. She jockeyed for better positioning as the gator slipped into deeper and deeper waters.
“Anywhere else and it’ll ricochet off and send bone shrapnel everywhere.” All over him. “Aim. Shoot. Don’t jerk back. Hold your arms steady after you pull the trigger.”
Where the hell was his team?
“Right.” She raised her Baby Eagle pistol that he’d never had the time to teach her to use.
Braced.
Shot.
Missed.
Shrapnel bit into his arms. The scrapes burned like a son of a bitch. But not half as bad as the razor-sharp teeth of the alligator would if the scaly bastard got hold of him.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God, Liam, I’m so sorry.”
“Shoot again, damn it. Shoot, Rachel!” He looked at her for what he hoped wasn’t the last time.
God, she was incredible, standing down an alligator without question. Not backing off. Not even shaking. He couldn’t have asked for better from anyone on his team.
She lined up the shot. Hands steady. Pulled the trigger.
The alligator went limp.
Rachel dropped to her knees on the dock.