When Bull grunted agreement, Caz tilted Knox’s head up. “Looks like wood from a bullet ricochet caught you. You’ll be fine.”

“The men are ours?” Audrey asked as Bull knelt beside her. He pressed the gauze to the cuts and wrapped his hand around her arm. Her teeth ground together at the blast of pain.

“Yeah,” Bull said. “That’s Chevy with reinforcements.”

As the group came closer, she recognized Chevy in the lead. He gestured, and Tucker, Guzman, and others headed for Gabe. Uriah led some toward the cabin.

Oh, there was Zappa from the gas station. Didn’t hippies hate guns?

God, her thoughts were getting weird.

“Hey, Chief, we caught some weasels for you.” Chevy motioned toward more men—and some had wrists tied behind their backs. And looked roughed up.

“They got them.” Audrey turned to Bull. “Spyros had backup coming, he said.”

“Good job.” Gabe shook Chevy’s hand. “Just think, there’s no hunting season restriction on bad guys.”

A wave of laughter swept the clearing.

“Chief, the blue shirts are on the way,” Uriah called.

“There’s a relief.” Gabe yanked Earl to his feet and shoved him toward Guzman. “Take charge of this one until the state troopers get here, will you?”

“Be a pleasure.” Guzman gripped Earl’s arm. Face pitiless, Tucker took the other arm.

Earl’s shoulders slumped.

Gabe’s gaze met Audrey’s—and held. The hardness in his face eased. He slapped the pilot on the shoulder and headed over at a jog.

Audrey could feel her muscles loosen. He was all right. Alive. Moving.

“Audrey.”

She realized someone wanted her attention. With an effort, she pulled her gaze away.

“Chica, look at me.”

She turned her head and looked into Caz’s dark brown eyes.

“That is better.” He held up a roll of gauze as Bull stepped back. “I’m going to put a pressure dressing on your arm so Bull doesn’t have to hold it for you.”

“Sure.”

“Hey, Bull, you should say hi to the pilot.” Gabe dropped to one knee beside her. “Caz, did you see she got shot? Did she tell you?” His hand wrapped around her nape, and he leaned his forehead against hers. “Jesus, I saw you go down, and hell, I didn’t know I could be so damn scared. Are you all right?”

She was. Now that he was here, was touching her, the tightness in her chest was loosening. “My hero,” she whispered and touched his face. “I’m not hurt. I dropped down because I ran out of bullets. I’m fine. Really.”

Caz made a sound of disagreement that had Gabe looking at him.

“Report, bro.” Gabe’s hand was still around the back of her neck, so wonderfully warm.