The bull was almost on him when the old rancher started laughing. One second, the DEA officer was all power, law, and federal authority. The next, he was pure panic, legs churning, lungs burning, with two thousand pounds of angry muscle closing in. The rancher’s warning came too late—and it wasn’t what the officer expe…
The officer had arrived certain his shiny credentials could bend the world to his will. His badge was his shield, his proof that rules were for other people. The rancher’s quiet warning about that one forbidden field sounded like defiance, and pride wouldn’t let the agent back down. He waved the metal emblem like a weapon, lecturing about authority, law, and absolute power, never once imagining that the land might have its own law.