“I’m not moving.” Libby stood in front of the den and stared into the barrel of the gun.
Neither of them saw the shadow inch slowly toward them from the west. A hawk circled above, waiting.
He squeezed the trigger just as something hit him – hard – in the shoulder.
Blood. Blood everywhere.
“Libby! Can you hear me?”
OH NO! Did you just kill Libby?
GAWD! You’re such a tease! Just post a whole dang chapter already.
Nah — of course I’m not gonna kill her!
I don’t think so, anyhow….
OH THIS IS GOOD. What a cliff hanger. I must know more, Now!
Thanks! I’m working on it!