“Good enough. This’ll help my budget.” The ammunition would be around a decade old. Might be all right depending on where it was stored, but he’d order new and test out the old. The beanbag rounds for the shotgun would come in useful for wildlife. “Thanks, Dante. Any other surprises up your sleeve?”

“One big one, yeah.” Dante settled into a chair next to the coffee pot. “Something me an’ Sarah arranged. The council appointed us to set up and oversee the police force.” The old guy grinned. “Be grateful; you almost had Parrish watching over your shoulder. But since he voted against reopening the station, he wasn’t given direct oversight.”

“Parrish… Reverend Parrish?”

Dante poured himself a cup of coffee. “Yep.”

“I saw him in the coffee shop the other day. Interesting to see an armed clergyman.”

Dante had a distinctive heh-heh-heh raspy laugh. “That “clergyman” is the founder of the Patriot Zealots.”

What the…? “Do you mean someone like David Koresh? Religious antigovernment paramilitary?”

“Yep.”

“Oh wonderful.” Gabe rubbed the back of his neck.

“See, aren’t you glad Parrish isn’t in charge of the station?”

“You have my undying gratitude.” Fanatics. Rescue had armed fanatics, including one on the town council. Gabe shook his head. “So what’s this big surprise you and Sarah set up?”

“Should arrive today. Sarah has friends on the Anchorage PD—and they helped us lease a police vehicle. SUV. All wheel drive to deal with our shit roads. Nothing fancy, mostly standard equipment with a few things Sarah’s cop friends recommended.”

Gabe started to smile. Things were looking up. “Unmarked or—”

“Nope. Black and white. Lights and sirens, cage in the back. Fun stuff.” Dante grinned.

“I’ll be damned. That really is good news. Thank you.” He and Baumer’s shifts only overlapped on Fridays so one car was adequate. “We really needed an official vehicle.”

“A man needs the tools to do the job. Let’s get your weaponry locked up.” Dante pushed to his feet with a groan. “By the way, I heard the new craft store got spray-painted.”

“Well, hell.” After he and Dante got the weapons stored in the gun vault, he walked the Okie out.

Not fifteen minutes later, the new patrol car was delivered.

And damn, the Ford Police Interceptor was well stocked.

He had to grin because it felt like…like break-up when Mako’d bring them all to town to get supplies. So damned exciting.