“A bear or a mountain lion?” A wave of fear crossed Casey’s face. “More bad men?”
“No. A wild turkey. More than one.”
“A turkey?”
“After breakfast, let’s see what we can find around this place. What’ya think?”
Cinder was listening now.
“Like what?”
“I bet someplace in this house, the tool shed, maybe the barn, is a bow.”
“Mom, can Jackson and I hunt the turkeys today?”
“I don’t know about that.” A tone of hesitation.
“Please, Mom.”
“Let’s see what we can find first, while your Mom is cooking for you.”
Jackson got up, and Casey followed him.
They opened the tool shed outside. Rusted rakes, shovels, a spade, a trencher, a thatcher, pitchfork, a cultivator, hand tools, saws. No bow. In the barn, an old wooden ladder led to a loft. Jackson helped Casey climb, then followed him. Far
