CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THERE WERE SHOUTS ALL around him. Shots were fired from the chopper, spitting dirt up all around his feet. But Clovis barely noticed. His brothers returned fire from the tree line, spilling out to cover him as the gunman hanging from the open door above their heads fired toward Clovis.
He didn’t slow as bullets rained around him, he ran faster, the vision of tiny Cilla crying out as she was dragged beneath the surface of the pond playing over and over again across his mind as he ran.
Clovis reached the edge of the pond and leapt, hitting the icy water in a shallow dive and slicing through the murky pond with powerful strokes. Weeds pulled at his ankles and undulating shapes shot away from his strokes as he opened his eyes and tried to see through the sediment.
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