Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:37:11 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - Part 28

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Someone had seen us.

He'd caught sight of us after we tried to sneak across a break in the trees
on the outskirts of his property. Illuminated by the pale moonlight and
deathly close to his place of residence, it'd been a longshot to even think
we could make it—but there we tried, like the desperate idiots we were.

The farmer—whom I supposed had to have been sitting on his back
porch—stepped from the darkness with his rifle in his hand.

"I saw you out there," he said, the crunch of gravel beneath his boots
painfully obvious in the near-silence of the night. "Told you boys you
can't be on my property."

"I told you this was a bad idea," I whispered.

"Shh," Guy said, clamping a hand over my mouth.

The man stepped into the moonlight and lifted his rifle. Unaware of our
location, he trained it in the direction where he'd initially detected the
sound—further southeast than where we currently stood.

"Dunno what you be doing out here," the man continued on, "but this is
private property, and I expect to be respected."

Guy took hold of my hand. Tugging my wrist, he gestured to the flatter
parts of the underbrush and started to pull me along.

"I'll give you one last warning," he said. "Get off my property now and I
won't—"

My foot snapped a twig.

Even the sound of my heart throbbing in my head wasn't loud enough to
compare to what came next.

A shot was fired.

Though I expected it to strike me, it didn't, though I wasn't sure where it
went. Guy had already taken off into a full-out run and was tugging me
directly behind him, our footfalls soft upon the fertile ground.

"Get out of here!" the man yelled. "Get out—"

Guy jerked me to the side just in time to avoid running directly into a
very sour, very angry-looking bull.

I was always told not to look a bull in the eyes.

I did anyway. It wouldn't try and give chase, would it?

It did.

The metal fence that lined the property would be the only thing that would
keep it in place if we were lucky enough to get past it.

The barbwire only lined the top, the links of the bottom in need of
replacement.

"Go," Guy said.

I needed no encouragement.

He threw the backpack over the fence.

I dove under the fence and rolled as though on fire just in time to see the
bull collide with the fence, its gargantuan weight sending ripples along
the barbwire coils

"Guy?" I asked. "Guy? Where are—"

A pair of hands ripped me to my feet and pushed me forward.

"Go," Guy said.

I ran.
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