Robyn and I run out of the barn. Sprint.
“Which direction did it come from?” I bark.
“Had to be out in the fields,” she says.
The kids come to the kitchen door.
“What’s happened?” Mike shouts. “What went bang?”
“Get back inside!” I’m screaming, my brain on fire.
Robyn pulls out another cigarette, pats her pocket for her lighter. Before I can hand her the one I have stored in my own pocket, she comes out with a second lighter which she uses to fire up her smoke. Her hands are shaking. “What the hell do we do, Rebecca?”
Pain in my stomach. Like someone is trying to cut it out of me. No choice but to ignore it. My gut instinct says, let’s just pack up the kids and get the hell away from here. But the rational side of me says, take a breath. If there was a gunshot, it more than li
