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or large equipment shed. No way to tell for sure.

As for people, he saw none.

Where the hell am I?

He walked over to the door, put his ear against the wood, and listened. In the distance, he thought he could hear a low muffled conversation but that was about it.

He glanced back at the room. Hecouldwait until somebody showed up, but he was done waiting so he opened the door.

“Thought I heard you moving around in there.”

Directly outside was a hallway about as wide as the room he’d been in. Sitting on a wooden chair against the far wall was a tan-faced man with the gentle creases of someone who’d spent more than his fair share of time outdoors. He had a full head of salt-and-pepper hair and a short mostly-salt goatee. Ash guessed he was in his fifties, early sixties at most. He was outfitted in jeans and a green flannel shirt.

The man pushed himself off the chair. “So how are you feeling?”

Ash glanced down the hallway. “Where am I?”

“You're safe, that's where you are.”

“Yeah, that's not really an answer.”

The man snickered. “No. No, I guess it's not.” He paused. “You're on the Hamilton Ranch. I’m Rich Paxton, but I go by Pax, mostly.” He held out his hand. “I help keep things running around here.”

Ash kept his hand at his side. “You're the one in charge?”

Pax shook his head. “No, that would be Matt. Matt Hamilton. It's his place. Well, his and Rachel's.”

“I want to talk to him right now.”

“That's convenient, because he wants to talk to you, too. Supposed to bring you to him when you finally got up. Which I guess is now.”

“Let’s go,” Ash said, ready to follow him.

Pax glanced down at the IV port still attached to Ash’s arm. “Should probably have Billy take a look at that first. Get that thing off you.”

“I'm fine.”

“Sure you are. But Billy's on the way, and it’ll only take a minute.”

Pax led him through several hallways, a large sitting room, up one flight of stairs, and past a dozen closed doors. Whatever kind of building this was, it certainly wasn’t small.

Finally, Pax stopped in front of an open door and stuck his head inside.“Billy?”

“Back here,” a voice replied.

Pax signaled Ash to follow him in.

The room was set up like a doctor's office, complete with examining table, cotton swabs, blood pressure cuff, tongue depressors, and all the other medical items you'd expect to find. There was also a computer monitor and wireless keyboard on the counter.

A door on the left led into another room. Since there was no one in the room they’d just entered, Ash assumed this Billy must be in the other.

“The new guy needs his tube removed,” Pax said.

“I need a few minutes,” Billy called out. “Just have him sit tight, and I'll be down as soon as I can.”

“He's not in his room. I brought him with me.”

There was the dull thud of a stack of paper being set down, then the sound of footsteps. A second later, a guy a few years younger than Pax entered from the other room. He walked over to Ash, grabbed his arm, and looked at the port. “You shouldn’t have done this by yourself.”

“No one else was there.”

“That’s not the point. What about the fluid? Did you close the tube, or is it running all over the floor?”

Ash narrowed his eyes, not liking the tone of the man’s voice. “I cut the drip before I disconnected it. I hope that’s okay with you.”

Billy frowned. “You should have just waited. You have no idea what was in the fluid. It could have been very dangerous.”

“Was it?”

“No, but it could have been.”

Billy got to work removing the dock from Ash’s arm. When it was out, he used some gauze and a bandage to cover the wound. He then looked at Pax. “Can I get back to what I was doing now, or do you have any more emergencies?”

“Have at it. I think we’re good.”

Billy forced a smile then said to Ash, “Welcome to the ranch.” With that, he headed back to the other room.

Ash half expected Pax to give him an excuse for Billy's behavior once they were in the hallway again, but, to his credit, Pax said nothing. He led Ash to a closed door at the far end and knocked.

“Come,” a muffled voice said from inside.

Pax opened the door and let Ash pass through first.

It was a big room divided into two areas. The far end was dominated by a large oak desk with a matching credenza behind it, while the area nearest the door was set up with a couch, chairs and a low-lying table. There were several windows, but wooden blinds prevented any clear view of the outside.

The only person in the room was a man sitting in one of the stuffed guest chairs in front of the desk. He was probably about the same age as Pax, only with a little less hair on top and no goatee. Though the man was sitting, Ash could tell he was big. Long legs and a broad chest. Somewhere in his past he’d probably been a high school linebacker. The man had angled his chair so he could watch a TV hanging on the wall.

Ash glanced at the screen just in time to see the Prime Cable News logo in the corner before the picture went dark.

“Glad to see you're up,” the man said, rising to his feet. Hewastall. Six-foot-three on the low end, maybe as much as six-five. His grin was friendly and welcoming as he extended his hand to Ash. “I'm Matt Hamilton. Welcome to the ranch.”

Ash hesitated only a second before shaking. “I’m…” He stopped himself, unsure what he should actually say.

“You’re Captain Daniel Ash.”

“Yes,” Ash said with a sense of relief.

“Welcome, Captain. Why don’t you have a seat?” He gestured toward the couch.

Ash held his ground. “Excuse me if this sounds rude, but I’d like to know what the hell's going on.”

“Of course you would. I would, too, if I were you. What would you like to know first?”

“Let’s start with why I am here.”

Hamilton shrugged. “Easy enough. You needed someplace safe to hide.”

“And what am I hiding from?”

“That one is not so easy.”

Ash’s nostrils flared as he drew in a long breath.

“Hold on, Captain,” Hamilton said. “I’m not avoiding your question. It’s just that there are several different answers, and I’m trying to figure out which is the one you’re interested in at the moment.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Hamilton said nothing for a moment, then looked at Pax. “Can you give us a few minutes? Maybe make sure the captain’s quarters are ready?”

“You got it.” Pax nodded to Ash and left.

Once they were alone, Hamilton said, “You can stand, but if you don’t mind, I’m going to sit.”

Hamilton favored his left leg as he headed for the couch. He caught Ash looking at it as he sat down.

“I’m told a knee replacement will take care of the problem,” Hamilton explained. “Someday, I guess. When I have the time.”

Ash walked over. He thought about remaining on his feet, but it seemed a pointless protest so he took the seat across from the couch.

Neither man said anything for several seconds. Finally, Hamilton leaned forward. “By all rights, you should