A Callahan Outlaw's Twins. Tina Leonard

and decorated Navy SEALs did not normally find themselves in the presence of someone stealthier than they.

      Sloan pulled the note off the rustic wood. It was from Chief Running Bear, the connection to his old life, and his paternal grandfather.

      The instructions, as always, were cryptic.

      There are many mysteries in a man’s life. You are needed now, to protect the family and your heritage. Go to the Callahan ranch in New Mexico. Near the canyons you will find seven large stones, one placed for each of you. This ring of stone will be your home from now on, in your heart.

      He’d known this day was coming, from the day his parents had left. They’d said “the chief will guide you”—and they’d disappeared. He and his brothers and sister had split up, moved in separate directions when they were old enough. Life in the tribe was over.

      He hadn’t understood much then. But his parents had been right: the chief had guided them.

      He’d just resented the hell out of it.

      * * *

      JONAS AND SAM CALLAHAN stared across the ranch land of Rancho Diablo toward the canyons. Jonas lowered the night-vision binoculars. “I see a circle of seven large rocks, and a small fire in the center. My guess is it’s the bat signal, with our grandfather starring as Alfred.”

      “Chief business,” Sam said.

      Jonas nodded. “The chief’s not holding a séance, so something’s up.”

      Sam took the binoculars. “I knew the peace couldn’t last forever.”

      Jonas waited for Sam’s assessment of the fire and ring of stone.

      “There are eight people. Six dudes, the chief and what may be a reasonably decent-looking chick with spiky light hair. Around our age, but hard to tell. They look fit.”

      “You mean they look like they’re strong enough to tote diaper bags and baby gear,” Jonas said. “I’ve bulked up with the nineteen kids on this ranch.”

      “Exactly. Shall we butt in?”

      “I thought you’d never ask.”

      Sam set the binoculars down. “The chief wouldn’t have let us see him if he didn’t want us to know something’s going on. That means he expects all of us to show.”

      “I’m on it,” Jonas said, sending a mass text to the brothers.

      Cut yourselves loose. Chief situation.

      “Here we go,” Sam said.

      “Ever think what our lives would be like without the chief?” Jonas asked his brother, hearing a rumble of thunder deep in the heart of the canyons that could only be the mystical Diablos running, a portent of things to come.

      “Yeah.” Sam slid into a leather jacket, stuck a small pistol in the back of his jeans. “Boring as hell.”

      But boring had been nice for the past year.

      * * *

      SLOAN FOUND THE SPOT easily enough—the small fire was an excellent marker. He put his pack down and eyed the dark landscape around him, checking for danger. His heart beat hard, adrenaline kicking in. “You can come out. Let’s get this party started.”

      His five brothers slowly materialized from the shadows. Sloan waited. A few seconds passed, then his slightly built sister stepped close to the fire.

      “I’m here. Now the party can get rocking,” Ashlyn said.

      They embraced each other. Cold night air blew down his jacket collar, but Sloan didn’t care. It felt too good to be with his family again. They’d waited a long time for this moment.

      He wished they could stay together forever.

      But they weren’t alone. Sloan stood still as six tall men appeared out of the darkness like night specters. The two groups stared across the fire, sizing each other up.

      Sloan had no idea how long the chief had been standing next to him. His grandfather’s face gave away nothing, and Sloan wondered why they’d all been called to this remote location.

      “This is Callahan land,” the chief said. “You are all Callahans.”

      Sloan looked at the impassive faces gathered around the fire. If this was family, it felt very strange to learn about it now. “We are Chacon.”

      “Chacon Callahan. You are related by blood. Your fathers are brothers.” The chief met the gaze of each of them in turn. “One of you is the hunted one.”

      Sloan stared at the chief. “What does that mean, hunted?”

      “It means one may die if the thirteen do not work together. No matter what, nothing can separate you from your purpose.”

      “Which is what?” Sloan demanded.

      “Protecting the family.” The chief looked at Jonas.

      “Is there another mercenary coming?” Jonas asked.

      “There was never only one,” the chief said. “You knew they would send more. They are nearing Rancho Diablo even as we speak.”

      “If these guys have a problem, what does that have to do with us?” Sloan asked.

      “Callahan is Callahan. The fight is the same.” The chief gestured one last time at the clan gathered in a circle. “Get to know each other well. A single stick can be broken, but a bundle not so easily.”

      “I’ve heard that before,” Sloan said. “Any further intel would be appreciated.”

      “Your home is here,” the chief said. “Keep the ring of stone and fire in your hearts. Across the canyons, a few miles as the eagles flies, lies danger.”

      “If we’re supposed to be a bundle,” Jonas said, “I assume they’re staying with us at Rancho Diablo? They’re welcome to, of course, though we can take care of ourselves.”

      “For now they stay here.” The chief squatted next to the fire, waved a hand over it. “You have nineteen children, six wives and two elderly people on the ranch, Jonas. It is best to have your cousins remain in this place so they can keep a lookout.”

      “I’d watch calling Aunt Fiona and Uncle Burke elderly,” Jonas replied. “Chief, we can establish our own lookouts.” He glanced across the fire at his new kin.

      Sloan knew exactly how Jonas felt. “Why again is this our problem?”

      “Brother takes care of brother.” The chief let that sink in for a moment. “Remember that only blood matters. Stay together and yet separate. There is strength in all of you, but even a chain can be broken if the weakest link is not reinforced,” the chief said, rising. “Here the past and the future become one. What comes now will change you all.”

      He disappeared, and the fire dimmed. Hoofbeats echoed eerily in the darkness.

      Sloan had little patience for open-ended missions with little purpose, and slackers who couldn’t take care of themselves. He appointed himself troubleshooter, deciding to go ahead and shoot this trouble in the head before it took over their lives. “I take it you’re in some kind of jam, cousins,” he said. “Not really sure we can help you.”

      “I’m Jonas Callahan. And as far as I knew when I woke up this morning, the only jam in my world was on my toast. We thought we were doing just fine until you showed up.”

      Sloan took the hand stretched out to him, giving it a brief shake. “Sloan. These are my brothers and sister. Falcon, Galen, Jace, Dante, Tighe and Ashlyn.”

      Ashlyn’s diminutive size caught Jonas’s attention. He glanced at Sloan.

      “She’s not the weak link,” Sloan said drily. “Trust me on that. Five feet two of meanness