09 September 2009
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Just come back to me. That’s all I ask. Come back to me . . . .
The sound of the engine revving brought him back. He opened his eyes and looked down the hill. The truck was rolling, coming up toward him. He would wait until it got closest. If he could stop them, draw them out, make them come up after him, the children had a chance. They should be going up the second hill by now.
He took a few breaths and followed the truck’s course with burning eyes. His bones ached. His muscles felt stretched and used. He made sure the gun was ready, the clip was in. The truck was coming near. He rose and sprawled against the boulder. The wind was strong and cool in his face. Clouds swirled in overhead. He set the gun up in front of him. The truck was reaching the closest point. He touched his pocket and let out a deep breath.
It was time to fire.