Chapter 15“That ain’t right what he did to you, Pops,” said the son, hunched over on his knees, breathing hard. One hand was folded over his crotch, and the other over his shoulder. The approaching headlights lit up his face, casting a long shadow behind him.
The father returned to his son’s side after retrieving his gun from near the fence. In the seconds it had taken him to find it, the night had swallowed up their former captives. The father watched the incoming vehicle, adjusting his glasses. His eyes narrowed as the headlamps drew in closer.
“What do you mean, ain’t right?” he asked, belatedly responding to his son’s statement.
“The way he knocked you down to the ground like that. That’s elder abuse.”
The father rolled his eyes, letting out a cough before tucking his pistol into t
