The officers spread out quickly, shouting commands. “Hands where we can see them! On the ground!” One of the poachers dropped to his knees, arms raised. Another tried to run for a snowmobile, but two officers tackled him before he made it ten steps.
Caleb stayed where he was, too stunned to move. An officer approached him, kneeling. “You Caleb Morgan?” He nodded, barely able to speak. The man quickly cut the rope binding his wrists. “We got your call just in time. You okay?”