He motioned to Juniper, and they set off, waving at the Mitchells who waved back.
“Follow the brooms,” they shouted.
“Maybe this is what Jesus felt like,” Juniper mused. She trailed Hunter through ankle deep water.
“We need to stay parallel to the coast. Watch out for the ground changing. There’s no way we can pull each other out without something solid to cling on to.”
They hurried on, the sun on their backs. Juniper started sweating. Far behind them she could hear the sound of an engine fighting for attention with the splash of their footsteps.
“s**t,” Hunter shouted over his shoulder, “They’re onto us. The cavalry is coming.”
Juniper had no idea what he was talking about. She turned to see a black dot on the horizon, floating across the water’s surface the same way they did. The M
