Spencer’s eyes focus on me, and he takes a step forward. Wade is moving in the blink of an eye. His arm snaps out, and he grips Spencer’s wrist, tugging it hard enough to send him stumbling. “I’ll tell you one more time. Get. Off. My. Land,” he spits, releasing Spencer suddenly. The reporter trips over his feet and tumbles into the snowbank, sinking deep. “Come any closer and I’ll call the cops.”
