The aftermath was a total purge of the local department. The Sheriff resigned, and the “highway pirates” were a thing of the past. Sarah returned to her unit, but the fire for the “game” had dimmed. She had seen the worst of her own country on that dark road.
A year later, Sarah retired from the Army. She bought a small cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains, not far from where it all happened, but far enough to be at peace. She spent her days hiking and her nights reading by the fire.
Sometimes, locals would see a fit, quiet woman in the grocery store and wonder about the gray-green eyes that seemed to see right through them. They didn’t know her name, but they knew the legend of the woman who broke the “untouchable” deputies.
Sarah Miller had moved on. She had done her duty, protected the secrets, and balanced the scales. As for Vance and his crew, they remained in their own personal hells, forever looking over their shoulders, waiting for a shadow that would never come—because the Major had already finished her mission.
