MEDICAL SUPPLY<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\nMarta got right to work. She talked terms, bartered cleanly, her pen scratching on old ledger paper. Hank kept the conversation polite, measured. Mark checked the inventory with his usual quiet precision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Thane\u2019s attention wasn\u2019t on the table. He was listening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Beneath the hum of talk and the scrape of paper, there was another sound \u2014 faint, rhythmic, mechanical. A radio. Someone in the back room whispering coordinates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark caught it too. He looked up from his tablet and gave Thane a single glance. That was all it took.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRex,\u201d Marta was saying cheerfully, \u201cwe can trade you three crates of salt and a spool of copper wire for the medicals and fuel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cReasonable,\u201d Rex said smoothly. \u201cBut there\u2019s the matter of\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane\u2019s voice cut through the air like a blade. \u201cYou planning to kill us before we leave, or after?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The room froze. The paper in Marta\u2019s hand stopped mid-turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rex blinked. \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve got a coded transmission running out the back,\u201d Thane said. \u201cCoordinating movement. Your men outside have shifted formation twice since we parked. You don\u2019t look like a man who trusts his guests.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rex\u2019s smile flickered, then returned too fast. \u201cYou\u2019re mistaken. Probably just routine communication.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel stood, slowly \u2014 tall, black-furred, ice-eyed. \u201cThen you won\u2019t mind if I break your radio.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The guards near the door twitched. One raised his rifle halfway \u2014 just enough to regret it. Thane didn\u2019t have to move far. A single step, a growl under his breath, and the man froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rex swallowed. \u201cThere\u2019s no need for\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStop,\u201d Thane said, calm as stone. \u201cYou thought Libby would walk in soft. You thought a few rifles would scare us. You were wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel circled to the back room, kicked open the door. A guard inside nearly dropped his headset. \u201cWe\u2019re not\u2014 it\u2019s not\u2014\u201d he stammered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel plucked the radio from his hands and dropped it on the table in front of Rex. The device still crackled faintly: \u201cPositions ready. Wait for sundown.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\nThe mayor\u2019s last shred of pretense cracked. He looked from Thane\u2019s unblinking eyes to Gabriel\u2019s claws resting on the table \u2014 to Mark, already copying the radio\u2019s frequency data.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marta spoke softly, but there was iron under it. \u201cWe came for trade, not trouble. But if you want the latter, you\u2019ll find we don\u2019t lose sleep over cleaning up after it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rex\u2019s mouth opened and closed once. \u201cWe\u2014 we were told Libby had supplies. That you were soft. That we could\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane leaned forward, voice like gravel and smoke. \u201cThat you could take what others built.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence. Then, quietly: \u201cWe won\u2019t be trying that again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Thane agreed. \u201cYou won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He gestured to the ledger. \u201cWe\u2019ll finish the trade you offered. Full price. And then we\u2019ll leave. You\u2019ll tell anyone who asks that Libby came, traded fair, and left peacefully.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rex nodded quickly. \u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rest of the deal was finished in tense silence. The oil drums were loaded onto the trucks, the medicine packed and sealed. Thane stood outside while they worked, scanning the horizon, watching as the sun dipped low and the lamps flickered to life across Glendive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The townspeople didn\u2019t speak, but they watched \u2014 wide-eyed, careful, reverent in a way that had nothing to do with worship and everything to do with survival.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the convoy engines rumbled back to life, Thane climbed onto the flatbed beside Gabriel. The black-furred wolf flicked an ear. \u201cThat went well.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane grunted. \u201cNo one died. That\u2019s about as good as it gets.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marta leaned out from the cab. \u201cThink they\u2019ll try again someday?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked back at Glendive \u2014 the lamplight, the figures moving like shadows behind windows. \u201cNot soon,\u201d he said. \u201cFear\u2019s a better teacher than I\u2019ll ever be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The convoy rolled west into the rising dark, the scent of oil and pine trailing behind them. The wolves sat watch over the supplies, silent guardians of the fragile peace that still held the world together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And back in Glendive, under flickering lamps and shaking hands, the townsfolk learned a new story to tell travelers:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That Libby wasn\u2019t to be feared because of its monsters.
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