Ryland’s Reach (Bullard's Battle Book 1)

by Dale Mayer

  Ryland’s Reach

  Bullard’s Battle

  Book #1

  Dale Mayer

  Books in This Series:

  Ryland’s Reach, Book 1

  Cain’s Cross, Book 2

  Eton’s Escape, Book 3

  Garret’s Gambit, Book 4

  Kano’s Keep, Book 5

  Fallon’s Flaw, Book 6

  Quinn’s Quest, Book 7

  Bullard’s Beauty, Book 8

  Bullard’s Best, Book 9

  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  About This Book

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  About Cain’s Cross

  Excerpt from Damon’s Deal

  Author’s Note

  Complimentary Download

  About the Author

  Copyright Page

  About This Book

  Welcome to a new stand-alone but interconnected series from Dale Mayer. This is Bullard’s story—and that of his team’s. All raw, rough, incredibly capable men who have one goal: to find out who was behind the attack on their leader, before the attacker, or attackers, return to finish the job.

  Stay tuned for more nonstop action as the men narrow down their suspects … and find a way to let love back into their own empty lives.

  His rescue from the ocean after a horrible plane explosion was his top priority, in any way, shape, or form. A small sailboat and a nurse to do the job was more than Ryland hoped for.

  When Tabi somehow drags him and his buddy Garret onboard and surprisingly gets them to a naval ship close by, Ryland figures he’d used up all his luck and his friend’s too. Sure enough, those who attacked the plane they were in weren’t content to let him slowly die in the ocean. No. Surviving had made him a target all over again.

  Tabi isn’t expecting her sailing holiday to include the rescue of two badly injured men and then to end with the loss of her beloved sailboat. Her instincts save them, but now she finds it tough to let them go—even as more of Bullard’s team members come to them—until it becomes apparent that not only are Bullard and his men still targets … but she is too.

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  Prologue

  Bullard checked that the helicopter was loaded with their bags and that his men were ready to leave.

  He walked back one more time, his gaze on Ice. She’d never looked happier, never looked more perfect. His heart ached, but he knew she remained a caring friend and always would. He opened his arms. She ran into them, and he held her close, whispering, “The offer still stands.”

  She leaned back and smiled up at him. “Maybe if and when Levi’s been gone for a long enough time for me to forget,” she said in all seriousness.

  “That’s not happening. You two, now three, will live long and happy lives together,” he said, smiling down at the woman he knew to be the most beautiful, inside and out. She would never be his, but he always kept a little corner of his heart open and available, in case she wanted to surprise him and to slide inside.

  Then he realized she’d already been a part of his heart all this time. A good ten or fifteen years by now. But she kept herself in the friend category, and he understood because she and Levi, partners and now parents, were perfect together.

  Bullard reached out and shook Levi’s hand. “It was a hell of a blast,” he said. “When you guys do a big splash, you really do a big splash.”

  Ice laughed. “A few days at home sounds perfect for me now.”

  “It looks great,” Bullard said, his hands on his hips as he surveyed the people in the massive pool surrounded by the palm trees, all designed and decked out by Ice. Right beside all the war machines that he heartily approved of. He grinned at her. “When are you coming to visit?” His gaze went to Levi, raising his eyebrows, then back at her. “You guys should come over for a week or two or three.”

  “It’s not a bad idea,” Levi said. “We could use a long holiday, just not yet.”

  “That sounds familiar.” Bullard grinned. “Anyway, I’m off. We’ll hit the airport and then pick up the plane and head home.” He added, “As always, call if you need me.”

  Everybody raised a hand as Bullard boarded the chopper to the Houston airport. The chopper was Ice’s, and one of her men would ride with Bullard in the copilot’s seat, just to fly the helo back to the compound. Ice had volunteered to shuttle him there, but he didn’t want to take her away from her family or to prolong the goodbye. He hopped inside, waving at everybody as the helicopter lifted. Two of his men, Ryland and Garret, were in the back seats. They always traveled with him.

  Bullard would pick up the rest of his men in Australia. He stared down at the compound as he flew overhead. He preferred his compound at home, but, damn, they’d done a nice job here.

  With everybody on the ground shouting their goodbyes, Bullard sailed over Houston, heading toward the airport. His two men never said a word. They all knew how he felt about Ice. But none of them would cross that line and say anything. At least not if they expected to still have jobs … and jaws.

  It was one thing to fall in love with another man’s woman, but another thing to fall in love with a woman who was so unique, so different, and so absolutely perfect that you knew, just knew, you had no hope of finding anybody else like her. But Ice and Levi had been together long before Bullard had ever met her, which made it that much more heartbreaking.

  Still, he’d turned from his view of Ice and looked forward. He had a full roster of jobs to focus on when he got home. Part of him was tired of the life; another part of him couldn’t wait to head out on the next adventure. He managed to run everything from his command centers in one of two locations. He’d spent a lot of time and effort at the second one and kept a full team at both locations, yet preferred to spend most of his time at the old one. It felt more like home to him, and he’d like to be there now but still had many more days before that could happen.

  The helicopter lowered to the tarmac, and he stepped out and walked across to where his private plane waited. It was one of the things that he loved, being a pilot of both helicopters and airplanes, owning some of both birds himself.

  That again was another way he and Ice were part of the same team, of the same mind-set. He’d been looking for another woman like Ice for himself—but no such luck. Sure, plenty were around for short-term relationships, but most of them couldn’t handle his lifestyle or the violence of the world that he lived in. He understood that.

  The ones who did mostly had a hard edge to them, which he found difficult to live with. Bullard appreciated everybody being alert and aware, but, if some softness wasn’t in the women, they seemed to turn cold all the way through.

  As he greeted some of the ground crew, Ryland and Garret hanging back, Bullard finally turned to board his small plane and called out in his loud voice, “Let’s go, slowpokes. We’ve got a long flight ahead of us.”

  The men grinned, confident Bullard was teasing, as was his usual routine during their off-hours.

  “Well, we’re ready. Not sure about you though,” Ryland said, smirking.

  “We were waiting on you this time to leave,” Garret added with a chuckle. “Good thing you’re th
e boss.”

  Bullard grinned at his two right-hand men. “Isn’t that the truth?” He dropped his bags and said, “Stow all this stuff, will you? I want to get our flight path cleared and to get the hell out of here.”

  They’d all enjoyed the break. Bullard tried to get to the States once a year to visit Ice and Levi—and the same in reverse. But it was time to get back to business. Bullard started up the engines and got confirmation from the tower. They were heading to Australia for this next job. They’d refuel in Honolulu. He really wanted to go straight back to Africa, but it would be a while yet.

  Ryland joined him in the cockpit and sat in the copilot’s spot, buckled in, then asked, “You ready?”

  Bullard laughed. “When have you ever known me not to be?” At that, he taxied down the runway. Before long he was up in the air, at cruising level, pointed toward Hawaii. “Gotta love the view from up here,” Bullard said. “This place is magical.”

  “It is once you get up above all the smog,” Ryland said. “Why Australia again?”

  “Checking out that newest compound that I’ve had my eye on. Besides, the alpha team is coming off that ugly job in Perth. No one left there to deal with. So we’ll give them a day or two of R&R, then head home.”

  “Right. We could have some equally ugly payback on that job.”

  Bullard shrugged. “That goes for most of our jobs. It’s the life.”

  “Don’t you already have enough compounds to look after?” Garret asked.

  “Yes, I do, but that kid in me still looks to take over the world. Just remember that.”

  “Better you go home to Africa and look after your first two compounds,” Ryland said.

  “Maybe so,” Bullard admitted, “but it seems hard to not continue expanding.”

  “You need a partner,” Ryland said abruptly. “That might ease the savage beast inside and keep you at home more.”

  “Well, the only one I like,” he said, “is married to my best friend.”

  “Sorry,” Ryland said quietly. “What a shit deal.”

  “No,” Bullard said. “I came on the scene last. Clearly they were always meant to be together. Especially now that they’re a family.”

  “If you say so,” Ryland said.

  Bullard nodded. “Damn right, I say so. Now to change the subject. Terkel contacted me.”

  “What did he want?” Ryland asked. “He’s a strange one.”

  “He is, but when he speaks, I listen.”

  “Sure, I do too. But who understands what he says?”

  Bullard burst out laughing. “True. It often sounds like he’s speaking in riddles. This time, however, he was very clear. An old enemy stalks me.”

  “That’s nothing new. We have tons of those.”

  “Very true. But he was dead serious this time.”

  And that set the tone for the next many hours. They landed in Hawaii, and, while they fueled up, everybody got off to stretch their legs, walking around outside a bit. This was a small private airstrip, not exactly full of hangars and tourists. Then they hopped back on board again for takeoff.

  “I can fly,” Ryland offered, as they took off.

  “We’ll switch in a bit,” Bullard said. “Surprisingly I’m doing okay yet, but I’ll let you take her down.”

  “Yeah, it’s still a long flight,” Ryland said, studying the islands below. “What a stunning view of the area.”

  “I love the islands here. Sometimes I just wonder about the benefit of, you know, crashing into the sea, coming up on a deserted island, and finding the simple life again,” Bullard said with a laugh.

  “I hear you,” Ryland said. “Every once in a while, I wonder the same.”

  Several hours later Ryland looked up and said abruptly, “We’ve made good time, considering we’ve already passed Fiji.”

  Bullard yawned.

  “Let’s switch.”

  Bullard smiled, nodded, and said, “Fine. I’ll hand it to you.” Bullard stood.

  Just then a funny noise came from the engine on the right side. Followed by dead silence.

  They looked at each other, and Ryland said, “Uh-oh. That’s not good.”

  Boom!

  And the plane exploded.

  Chapter 1

  Ryland Roscoe opened his eyelids to the brilliant hot sun above. He slammed them shut immediately, the dry salt making thick crusts on his eyelashes. He reached up his free arm, limp, probably broken, and slowly wiped his face. He eased over the massive pieces of debris that he’d tied together into a makeshift raft to check on his buddy. His good arm had an iron grip on Garret.

  Ryland had lost track of time, the sun beating down hard on him, and the lack of drinkable water making this an endurance run. That he’d even survived the airplane explosion was one thing, but it was a separate one entirely as to whether he would survive this slow death in the sunny heat atop warm ocean waters.

  In the distance he heard some shriek or a yell. Probably the damn birds again. Though most would wait until he died, a lot of them flew overhead on a regular basis to check to see if he’d moved. He’d lost track of time as he slipped in and out of consciousness.

  When he heard another odd shriek, he lifted his head and blinked, then blinked again. A boat came toward him, some sailboat yacht-looking thing, but everything was blurred, and the size of it shifted in and out with his vision.

  He kicked Garret in his unbroken leg, hard. “Garret, we got company.”

  Immediately Garret groaned and lifted his head. He stared and then he dropped his head back down again. “Good guys or bad guys?” he whispered in an equally hoarse voice to match Ryland’s own.

  “Well, I sure as hell hope it’s good guys,” Ryland said. “Just hang on there, buddy.” They were both hurt, but Ryland was likely less hurt than Garret. His leg was at an odd angle, but thankfully it was a clean break and so far, there hadn’t been enough blood to bring the sharks. He knew it wouldn’t take much to lure them here, as a circle of them appeared when they initially came down, but so much plane debris was spread at least one mile across the oceans that they had soon lost interest.

  “Ahoy, anybody alive?” she asked.

  He slowly raised his injured arm and called out, “Yes!”

  At that, he heard another excited shriek and before long the sailboat pulled up closer to his spot on the debris. A woman called out, “I’m throwing you a buoy—look for it.”

  He shifted as much as he could to see a swimming buoy tossed his way. He managed to snag it with his injured arm, wincing, but maintaining his death grip on Garret’s belt. Ryland waited, balancing precariously on his floating home. They were slowly tugged toward the boat. He shifted as much as he could without bringing on the waves of pain waiting for him. “My buddy, he’s hurt worse than I am.”

  The same woman calmly said, “Good to know. Can you help get him up?”

  Ryland lifted himself up on his good elbow, not letting go of Garret, released the buoy from his broken arm, and gritted his teeth as he grabbed the side of the boat, his body screaming in pain. “Garret, come on, buddy. We’ve got to get you up and out of here.”

  Garret lifted his head and stared at him. “I’m here.”

  “I know you are, and I know you’re hurt, but we’ve got to get you onto that boat.” It was a painfully slow process, but the woman had surprising strength. She grabbed Garret’s belt, and—with Ryland lifting and her pulling—they managed to get Garret’s broken body up and over the side of her sailboat. The only thing that made it slightly more unmanageable was that Garret had passed out when first lifted. She slowly lowered Garret’s head to the deck.

  Immediately she looked over the edge of her sailboat at his floating raft and asked, “What about you?” Her gaze landed first on his arm, then traveled down that same side to his leg. “Jesus,” she said. “Let’s get you up here. Be careful. That leg looks pretty raw.”

  “The leg is a bitch,” he said, “and the arm and ribs too. Everything on that side
. But if I’m lucky, nothing else is too badly broken.”

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “Plane exploded,” he said in a curt voice because he knew that getting into the boat would be horribly painful. But he made it. He also knew his skin had gone ghostly white because he felt clammy, plus his voice faint after this exertion, but, when he finally made it to the deck of the sailboat, he whispered, “Thank God.” Then he slowly passed out too.

  The next time he woke to see the same woman, only this time she looked a little bit different.

  He looked around and realized he was in a bed, most likely aboard her sailboat, as he felt the rocking motion of the ocean. “What the hell happened?”

  “Oh, you’re awake,” she said. She walked over and held out a cup. “This is water,” she said. “I want you to take a slow sip.” He shifted up on his good arm and noticed that his bad arm was now in a sling. She held the cup to his lips, and he slowly drank. He wanted to grab the cup and toss it back, but she was portioning it out.

  He glared at her.

  She just smiled and said, “All in good time. We can’t inundate your body all at once, but we need to get good fluids in there.”

  When he had slowly drank the full cup, he sagged back down and asked, “Garret?”

  She motioned beside him, on the other side of the night table.

  He leaned to see his buddy. “How is he?”

  “He’s alive but in rough shape,” she said. “With any luck our signal for help will get somebody down here soon.”

  “Here?”

  “We’re just off one of the Micronesian islands,” she said. “I was on my way to Thailand, when I was diverted by the plane.”

  “You saw it come down?” His tone sharpened, as he studied her with a little more clarity. “What did you see?”

  “Just the plane nose-diving,” she said. “Leaving a ton of smoke and fire in a trail behind it. I’m not even sure it was the landing that caused the breakup, as much as maybe you broke up just before you hit. It was really hard to tell, and it all happened so fast.”