5
We spotted the cave after about twenty minutes of walking, and Grandpappy dropped to one knee. I did the same, but where he move silently through the wilderness, I put my knee right down on a dead branch and snapped it with a crack like a rifle shot. Pappy shot me a dirty look, but nothing came out of the cave after us. It was your average, run of the mill cave in the woods. Looked like it was about eight feet high, about fifteen feet wide, and God only knew how deep. There was a big rock shelf overhanging the front of it, and moss and vines and crap had grown down to partially mask the opening.
“We going in hard and fast, or slow and quiet?” I whispered to Grandpappy.
“Well, since you move like a horny bull elephant in an all-girl circus. I figure we might as well run in there guns b
