He ruled out going home, for one thing, it was the first place the man-… no, he had to be honest with himself if he was going to survive, the reaper would look for him. Secondly, he didn’t know, could the reaper kill a man himself? Or was he just the one to come to collect those who died? He couldn’t risk Martha and Johnnie like that. And for what? He suspected his life lasted as long as he kept running, so to tell them he had to leave? Or drag them from the farm to run with him? He had his own problem, it was unique to him, and a man shouldn’t do that to the woman he loved or a son that deserved a chance at a normal life of his own. Home was out of the question.
It wasn’t until the sun was starting to set that he finally pulled on the reigns to stop. He hoped this was enough distance to
