Tyranny Read online

  As Grayson broke the connection, Todd said, “Was that . . . you know?”

  “Yes, that was him,” Grayson confirmed. “He’s been watching the news coverage of what’s going on at Brannock’s ranch.”

  Finley said, “This is turning into a complete disaster.”

  Grayson made a scoffing sound and said, “What the hell makes you think that? Haven’t you been paying attention, Finley?”

  He picked up the remote control and turned on the motel room TV, which was already tuned to one of the cable news networks known to be sympathetic to whatever the administration wanted to do.

  An attractive female reporter whose hair looked a little the worse for wear because of dust and wind was looking into the camera in footage obviously shot earlier because the sun was still up.

  “In a situation that seems rife with the potential for domestic terrorism, a group of dangerous right-wing extremists have gathered here in Texas in support of rancher G.W. Brannock’s lawless defiance of the federal government. These heavily armed radicals have sworn to prevent agents of the Bureau of Land Management from entering property that Brannock has claimed as his own, despite the fact that it has always belonged to the federal government. For more than a century, Brannock’s ancestors have been illegally squatting on this land.”

  Finley said, “But no one even knew that until recently. There’s never been any question until now about who owns that land.”

  Grayson laughed and said, “You think the people watching this know any of that, or would care if they did? For some of them, the government can do no wrong if it’s in the hands of the Democrats, and the only thing the rest give a damn about is getting their check every month. They’ll believe whatever they’re told.” His voice hardened. “And they’re right to do so, aren’t they? I mean, our elected leaders wouldn’t lie to us, would they?”

  “Of course not,” Finley said, his voice betraying the nervousness he felt. “I didn’t mean that, Mr. Grayson. You know I didn’t.”

  Grayson shrugged. Keeping the others toeing the party line didn’t really mean anything to him except that it made them more useful that way. A scared bureaucrat was an obedient bureaucrat.

  “What did he want?” Finley went on.

  “He was asking if I thought we should go ahead and make our move tonight,” Grayson explained.

  “But you think that would be a mistake.”

  “Of course, I do. Let those right-wing crazies sit out there and stew in their own juices overnight. We’ll go in tomorrow morning, just like we planned, in broad daylight so the whole world can see what happens.”

  Todd said, “It looked on TV like there are hundreds of them. What if they won’t let us in?”

  “They will if they know what’s good for them,” Grayson snapped.

  But some of that was bravado, and he knew it. But the thing was, it didn’t really matter. When the time came, Brannock and his friends would back down, or they wouldn’t.

  Either way, in the long run Grayson and the people he worked for would win.

  It was just that one way, a lot more people probably would die.

  And that didn’t matter, either. . . .

  Chapter 47

  There were other ways onto the ranch besides the main gate where the road to the house turned off from the highway. The area up in the mountains wasn’t even fenced. Kyle thought it was unlikely the government agents would try to come in that way, but G.W. had sent some of the hands up there on horseback to patrol the area anyway.

  Kyle’s instincts told him that Slade Grayson would want the inevitable confrontation to take place at the gate, though. That would provide the maximum amount of drama and also would be easier for the news media to cover.

  Several cameramen were already out here tonight, just waiting like the rest of them. Kyle was confident that if anything happened, they would call the reporters in the vans parked at the ranch headquarters, who would then race out to the gate to cover the event as if they had been there all along.

  He and Miranda sat in the back of G.W.’s pickup on some folded blankets that Kyle had thrown in for this purpose. There was another blanket that they could spread over them if it got too chilly before morning, which was possible at this elevation and in this dry climate. So far, though, he was quite comfortable.

  A dozen cars and pickups were parked along the road and near the fence. Men sat in the cars or stretched out in the backs of the pickups to doze as they waited for trouble to arrive.

  When Kyle and Miranda had gotten there, Kyle had gone around and talked to all the men, making sure they understood that G.W. didn’t want any shooting unless it absolutely couldn’t be avoided.

  He had also checked to be certain that nobody had any kids out here at the gate. All the children were safe back at the ranch headquarters.

  As he and Miranda sat in the back of the pickup, they talked quietly about G.W.’s troubles at first, but after everything they had been through the past week, it didn’t take long to exhaust that subject.

  Then Kyle said, “You know, I don’t know much about you, Miranda. You’re G.W.’s lawyer, and I can tell from the way you talk that you’re not from around here, but that’s about it.”

  “You can tell that, can you?” she asked.

  “Well, yeah. I’m pretty sure you’re not a Yankee, anyway. But I don’t know where in the South you’re from.”

  “Florida,” she said. “I grew up in the Panhandle there, in a little fishing and tourist town on the Gulf. What else can you figure out about me?”

  Kyle laughed and said, “I never claimed to be a detective. But I’m pretty sure you’re not married.”

  “Oh? What makes you think that?”

  He felt a moment of alarm. If she had a husband, he didn’t need to be feeling about her the way he did.

  “You don’t wear a wedding ring,” he said.

  “Some women don’t.”

  “That’s true, I guess. But you’ve never mentioned having a husband. Seems like as much as we’ve talked, you would have.”

  “Maybe the subject just never came up.”

  “Well . . . uh . . .”

  As if she took pity on him, she laughed and said, “I’m just messing with you, Kyle. I’m not married. Never have been. In fact, me not being married is why I’m in Texas right now.”

  “How’s that?” he asked.

  “I was engaged, back there in Florida. High school romance that lasted all the way through college and law school. But he met somebody else. Maybe he’d gotten tired of me because we were together for so long, or maybe he just thought the two of them were a better match. Anyway, he backed out a month before the wedding.”

  “Or maybe he was just a damned fool,” Kyle said with some heat in his voice. “That’s what it sounds like to me.”

  “Maybe so. I can’t really argue with that. But after that happened, I didn’t feel like staying around there where there were so many memories of all our time together. So I packed up and left. Headed west until I got to Sierra Lobo.”

  “What made you stop there?”

  She looked over at him and said, “I’m starting to think it was fate.”

  Their heads were close together, and her blond hair shone silvery in the moonlight. Kyle didn’t think about what he was doing. He just let his instincts take over, and his mouth found hers as he slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

  His heart hammered in his chest as he kissed her, and he held her close enough that he could feel hers beating, too. Her lips tasted incredible. He thought that he could sit here like this with her all night, until the sun rose in the morning.

  But something made him pull back, and he said quietly, “Look, Miranda, I’m sorry. You deserve to be with somebody better than me—”

  “Oh, shut up,” she said as she slipped her hand up to the back of his neck. She held him there as she pressed her mouth to his again. She pulled away just enough to whisper, “I’m right where I want
to be.”

  So was Kyle, and they stayed there in each other’s arms until she dozed off with her head resting on his shoulder and he pulled the extra blanket over her so she wouldn’t get cold.

  They were still there like that in the morning when trouble arrived with the dawn.

  Chapter 48

  Shouts from the men standing along the fence, watching the highway where it came from town, roused Kyle from sleep.

  His left arm was numb from the weight of Miranda leaning against it as she slept. He eased himself out from under her as gently as he could, but the movement was still enough to wake her as well.

  “What is it?” she asked as she sat up and pushed the hair back out of her face.

  “Don’t know,” Kyle said. He flexed his arm a couple of times to get some feeling back into it, then stood up, put a hand on the side of the pickup bed, and vaulted over it to the ground. He went to the tailgate and lowered it so Miranda could climb out.

  Men were gathering along the fence, and several of them were holding rifles or shotguns. That worried Kyle, but he didn’t see what he could do about it other than warn them not to overreact. He hurried along the fence doing so, then asked one of them, “What’s going on?”

  “Headlights coming fast from the direction of town,” the man replied. Kyle recognized him as one of the members of the Texas Coalition for Smaller Government. “Cars have been going by every now and then all night without stopping, but this one seems different.”

  Kyle agreed. The sun hadn’t quite peeked over the eastern horizon, so it was still dark enough for the approaching headlights to be seen. Whoever was driving was in a hurry.

  Miranda came up beside Kyle. He looked over at her, took the pickup keys from his pocket, and pressed them into her hand.

  “Go back to the house and get G.W.,” he told her.

  “You’re just trying to get me out of the way because you think it might be dangerous,” she objected. “I can call G.W. and tell him to get out here.”

  “We’ve got his pickup, remember?”

  “There are plenty of other vehicles there. He can get a ride with somebody.”

  “Just go, all right?”

  She looked at him with narrowed, angry eyes and said, “All right, but later we’re going to have a talk about this. I don’t like being shunted aside.”

  “Fine,” he said. “We’ll talk about it later.”

  She glared at him for a second longer, then turned and walked quickly toward the pickup.

  Kyle relaxed a little when she was on her way back to the ranch house . . . but not much.

  Trouble was still coming fast.

  Of course, maybe it was just somebody in a hurry to be somewhere else, he thought. They would all feel a little foolish if the vehicle streaked on past and disappeared into the new morning without ever slowing down.

  That wasn’t what happened. Brakes squealed as the car came closer to the gate. Kyle recognized the old rattletrap as its driver slowed down to turn off the highway.

  He knew who was at the wheel, too. It was easy to recognize Stella Lopez as she brought the old car to a stop, threw the door open, and leaped out. In cut-off jean shorts and a tank top, she was spectacular.

  “Let me in,” she told the men at the gate, most of whom had momentarily forgotten about politics and oppressive governments at the breathtaking sight of Stella dressed like that.

  They remembered why they were here as she went on, saying, “Those government guys, they’re on the way.”

  “Open the gate,” Kyle told the men. While they were unfastening the chain one of them had looped around the gate and one of the posts, he asked Stella, “How do you know about that?”

  “That’s all everybody in town is talking about,” she said. “I was working the early shift at the store, and quite a few people came in to get coffee. They said they were gonna come out here and back up your grandfather. But then one of the guys from the BLM—the big, dumb-looking one—he came in, too, and bought a dozen coffees to take back over to the motel with him. He wouldn’t be doing that unless they were getting ready to come out here, would he?”

  “Not likely,” Kyle admitted. “Did you just run off and leave the store unattended?”

  “No, I called Mr. Charlton and told him what was going on. He told me to lock up and let you know. So that’s what I did. I got here as fast as I could. Some of the people from town, they’ll probably be along, too, but they may not beat the government men out here.”

  “More headlights coming!” one of the men along the fence called excitedly.

  “Get your car inside so we can lock up again,” Kyle told Stella. He touched her arm to stop her as she started to turn away. “And thanks for coming to warn us.”

  “That’s okay,” she said with a dazzling smile. “I know there’s nothing between us anymore. You’re in love with that lawyer lady.”

  “Hey—”

  “Oh, don’t bother arguing. Everybody in Sierra Lobo knows about it. They’ve seen the way you look at her. But I still think you’re a good guy, and I know G.W. is. We’re not gonna let the government steal his land.”

  “No, we’re not,” Kyle agreed.

  Stella drove onto the ranch, and the men swung the gate closed behind her and fastened the lock on the chain again. If any more of the townspeople showed up in time, they could come in, too. Otherwise the gate was staying locked.

  The upper edge of the sun appeared, an orange hemisphere that spilled its garish light across the landscape. It was bright enough that the headlights of the approaching vehicles were washed out almost to the point of disappearing, but the SUVs themselves were visible in the growing light.

  There were three of them, Kyle noted. Grayson had called in some reinforcements. Even so, there couldn’t be enough men in the SUVs to overpower the fifty or so defenders gathered at the gate. Stella had said Woodrow Todd bought a dozen cups of coffee. That was a reasonable number of men to be in the vehicles.

  “Keep those guns pointed at the ground,” Kyle called to the men. “We’re here to talk, if they’ll listen to reason.”

  “They’re from the government,” one of the men said scornfully. “Do you really think they’re gonna be reasonable?”

  “We can hope,” Kyle said under his breath. He turned to Stella, who had gotten out of her car again, and told her, “Go on up to the ranch house.”

  She gave a defiant toss of her head that threw her long black hair back.

  “And miss all the excitement? No way!”

  “Then at least stay back behind the cars and trucks. Please. I don’t want you getting shot full of holes.”

  “You still got some feelings for me, don’t you? For old time’s sake?”

  “Of course, I do,” Kyle said. “Now go.”

  Stella moved behind some of the parked vehicles. Kyle didn’t really expect her to stay there if trouble broke out, but he hoped she would.

  The men crowded up to the gate and along the fence were visibly tense as the SUVs slowed and then stopped along the side of the highway. The vehicles were black and their windows were tinted, so Kyle couldn’t see into them.

  For a long moment, nothing happened. It was like the SUVs didn’t have anybody in them, Kyle thought crazily. Like they were sentient beings that had come out here on their own.

  Then the front passenger door of the first one opened, and Slade Grayson stepped out, complete with sunglasses, expensive suit, arrogant demeanor, and everything else about him that was so infuriating.

  Chapter 49

  Grayson stood there next to the SUV, blatantly posing for the news cameras shooting from the other side of the fence.

  Kyle heard engines and looked over his shoulder to see several vehicles headed his way from the ranch headquarters. Some of them were news vans, but he spotted G.W.’s pickup, too. He hoped that Miranda had stayed behind at the ranch house, but then he saw her in the passenger seat as G.W. drove. The fact that she had returned to the site of c
onfrontation with the government surprised him not one little bit.

  Grayson took off his sunglasses and swaggered forward, coming straight toward the gate. He stopped about fifteen feet away and looked at Kyle over the bars of iron pipe.

  The government man’s face was smooth and unperturbed. It didn’t seem to bother him that fifty obviously angry men, some of them armed, stood on the other side of the fence. He said to Kyle, “You know why we’re here, Brannock. Open up.”

  Behind Grayson, the other doors on the SUVs had opened, and men climbed out. Kyle saw Finley and Todd, both of whom looked like they would have rather been somewhere else. The other men all looked similar to Grayson in that they wore suits and sunglasses. Hired muscle here to intimidate the ranch’s defenders, thought Kyle.

  “This is private property, Grayson,” Kyle said. “If you set foot on it, you’ll be trespassing.”

  Grayson shook his head and said, “We both know better than that. I have an emergency injunction giving possession of this ranch to the Bureau of Land Management. This is now federal property.”

  The crowd along the fence opened to let G.W. through. He stepped up beside Kyle and said, “That’s a damned lie, mister, and you know it. This is Brannock range and has been for more than a century.”

  Kyle glanced around and saw Miranda hanging back a little. Barton Devlin was with her, looking upset but very interested in what was going on.

  Grayson spotted the former IRS agent, too. He exclaimed, “Devlin! Is that really you? You’re supposed to be back in Washington.” A wolfish smile spread across his face. “Damn, Barton, you haven’t gone over to the enemy, have you? I didn’t think you had enough guts to do that.”

  Devlin looked extremely nervous as he glanced toward the news crews. Kyle knew he had wanted to stay out of this, but evidently something was compelling him to speak up despite his fear.

  Maybe years of working for the government hadn’t completely eroded his sense of right and wrong.

  “American citizens are not our enemies, Grayson,” Devlin said.

  “They are if they oppose the will of the government,” Grayson snapped. “They’re worse than that. They’re traitors.”