Chapter 10 - The Storm Breaks Over Kerrville
As the first heavy drops of rain hit the tin roof of the homestead, the tension in the driveway reached an absolute breaking point.
The lead security guard reached for his sidearm, but before his fingers touched the holster, a sharp gunshot echoed from the treeline.
A high-powered rifle round smashed into the front grille of Sterling's lead SUV, sending steam and sparks exploding into the air.
Positioned on the limestone ridge three hundred yards away was Marcus Vance’s eldest son, an active-duty Marine scout sniper.
"That was a warning shot, gentlemen," Richard said coldly, raising his Winchester rifle and leveling it directly at Sterling's chest.
"The next round goes through the engine block of your second vehicle, and the third one goes through you."
Sterling’s security team didn't wait for further instructions; they jumped into the two operational SUVs, slammed them into reverse, and sped down the driveway.
Sterling was left standing alone in the pouring rain, his tailored suit soaking wet, his polished shoes covered in thick hill country mud.
"You're crazy, Vance!" Sterling screamed over the sound of the thunder. "You can't fight a multi-billion-dollar energy conglomerate with rifles!"
"This isn't about energy, Sterling," Richard replied, stepping down the porch stairs until he was three feet from the drenched executive.
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"This is about family, honor, and the soil my ancestors bled to defend."
"Now get off my land before I hand you over to the Kerr County Sheriff in the back of a horse trailer."
