Robbie glanced at the sentry’s gun, a bolt-action hunting rifle, but remembered about the explosives Josephine told him about. He looked around and didn’t see any, but assumed they’d be well hidden and protected from the weather.
After another hour, their surroundings looked familiar to Robbie. “I think we’re getting close.”
The trees cast a shadow across the roadway when Robbie finally located the spot where he’d parked. He recognized the large gnarly live oak tree close to the road and found the tracks where he’d driven into the brush.
“Nice gun,” Joey said when he saw the turret. “I sure would like to shoot that thing someday.”
“You may get the chance, but hopefully it will be just for target practice. I don’t ever want to shoot it in self-defense again.”
Joey hopped in the passeng
