“WHAT WAS THAT?” TARA’S head snapped around from Zack’s laptop, which she had been given to distract her from the morning’s events, to point, unerringly towards her family’s farm. It was like she could see what was going on there, despite the walls that prevented her seeing the road, let alone the half a mile up it to the farm.
“What was what?” Zack asked, he hadn’t heard a thing.
“It sounded like a shotgun,” Tara said. She had never handled a shotgun, but she had heard her father and her brother using theirs often enough to recognise the noise. “There it is again.”
Zack heard the noise the second time, and would have guessed at it being a gunshot, but he wasn’t practised enough with the sounds of the countryside to be able to say it was a shotgun blast; four months of country living si
