A stressed hand pulled on the skin of Chance"s face as he tried to rub the anxiety away.
“I know,” he finally replied. “God, you"re stubborn!”
“Let me go.” She pleaded, “Please Chance, it"s her. I know it"s her.”
Flush and dirty were Autumn"s cheeks. Chance grabbed them in his hands and planted a firm kiss on her pleading mouth. The shards of grey in his eyes pierced into hers trying to find a way to bring her comfort.
The rest of the men made their way from tree to tree down the hills on each side of the house. They blended in well with the surroundings and would be hard to spot from the untrained eye. Chance picked up his rifle and started moving down the hill quietly hiding behind each tree and shrub. Autumn followed in tow, mirroring his moves exactly. They stopped and crouched dow
